My chainsaw bites...literally!
If it could have gone wrong today, it did.
I have been right in firewood production mode, cutting as much firewood as I can before Spring comes and kills the logging until next year. I had only cut four trees when my chainsaw handle breaks in half. I use it as is to finish out my twitch then go and weld it up (it was aluminum).
On the sixth tree I cut, I break a pin that holds my winch to my tractor. So I jam a file in it just to hold it together, get out of the woods and fabricate a makeshift pin.
Then just before 2 o clock this afternoon I drop a big Maple tree. I'm kind of tired, but really don't think much about it. I drop the tree just fine, limb most of it out and then go to cut the top part off the tree. I am not sure if I slipped on the icy tree (it's been snowing hard all day) or if the saw hit a branch and skidded towards my leg. Either way I feel some pain, feel some blood and see that my saw cut a pretty good gash in my jeans, in my long handles (long johns), and yes into my flesh. It hit at the mid way point between my knees and waist on my left thigh.
Luckily it was not too deep, definately not to the bone. So I finish my cut, check my leg a few times and then head out of the woods. The bleeding seemed to stop so I finish out the rest of the day. Just as I am heading home, the wooden box my saw rides in on my tractor's fender, falls off. I throw everything into the bucket and head home...well after dark.
What a day!!
All was not lost though. I got 8 cord out despite my break downs and chainsaw mishap. I guess I was due. The last time I cut my leg was in 1990 when I was felling a big Spruce. That time it just grazed my shin. Considering how many cords/thousands of board feet of wood I cut each year, that's a pretty good record.
The box that holds my chainsaw can easily be seen perched over the rear fender in this picture.
Last edited by Travis Johnson; 02-10-2008 at 10:35 PM.
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"