(05-21-2025, 06:09 PM)FCD Wrote: Speaking of firewood... I have a scar on the bridge of my nose right next to my left eye which I see in the mirror every time I look into it. Brings back memories every time. Cutting down timber.
I laughed when the doctor was cleaning up that ragged gash and told me I'd have a pretty good scar when it healed. I've been beat-up, busted-up, and left on the road for dead. I love my scars, more bragging rights. I never got a tattoo because Mother Nature gave me a bunch for free.
The thing is, when you do something stupid like I did and tell your story to others, they all have to one-up you with their gory tales. "Scraped yer leg with the chainsaw, did ya? Well, look here! That's where I was decapitated when I was trimming the hedges with a monster gas powered trimmer. You shoud'a seen it, the blood was shooting out like a fountain!"
I could still walk and it didn't even bleed much. I could have kept working if I hadn't watched it happen. Hideous to look at, for sure, and lucky it got just below the skin and into some fat. 22 external stitches and a few internal ones, the doc said it was typical for a chainsaw wound.
ETA: You want some true gory tales of accidental injuries, farmers are the people with some stories. Plus, farmers are the types that will only take you to the hospital if you are dying, so if you loose a finger or what have you, you're out of luck on having it reattached.
A trail goes two ways and looks different in each direction - There is no such thing as a timid woodland creature - Whatever does not kill you leaves you a survivor - Jesus is NOT a bad word - MSB