These stories usually point out somebody's boneheaded mistake and this one isn't any different. This really wasn't much of an accident and not even close to a fatality but it brings home the point of letting someone know where you are when you're working alone.
A couple of days ago I was punching out an old road to a waterhole with my D-6. Some of my ground borders a fire and I wanted to make the water available to the tank trucks.
Some of the fire had gotten down close to my line so I was cutting a few breaks, too.
Nobody was around for miles and I wasn't working even close to where I'd started out in the morning. But...what the hell. I knew where I was, and that's all that's necessary. Right?
Just before dark I stopped to take a break and while I was climbing down I slipped and fell. I tumbled off the Cat and down over a bank. I've always been kind of a tangle-foot but this set some kind of record I think.
I stopped skidding and bouncing when I got to the creek. I had all my arms and legs but I'd lost my hardhat, glasses, cigarettes, matches, and the new ink pen I'd swiped out of the office the day before.
I couldn't stand up without hurting so I crawled back up the bank to the road on my hands and knees. Very slowly. On the way I found my hardhat and glasses but never did locate my cigarettes, matches, or that pen either.
I got back up to the road just after dark and since I couldn't pull myself up on the Cat and my pickup was five miles away I just laid there. Thinking.
About two in the morning the neighbor came by. He hadn't seen me drive by his place on the way home so he figured I might be broke down or in trouble.
He took me to town and I got patched up. It wasn't bad. A couple of broken ribs, a sprained ankle, a dislocated shoulder, and I lost a little hide here and there.
The point is, I think, that if I had been hurt bad, cut up or maybe a compound fracture, I would have laid out there and bled out before anybody knew I was even in trouble.
So...let people know where you are. Tell them when you think you'll be back. If you head off someplace different stick a pie plate or some ribbon on a tree...paint an arrow on a rock...anything will do to start them tracking you.
Don't be so iron-headed independent that you think it can't happen to you. It can...and maybe you won't be lucky like I was.
A couple of days ago I was punching out an old road to a waterhole with my D-6. Some of my ground borders a fire and I wanted to make the water available to the tank trucks.
Some of the fire had gotten down close to my line so I was cutting a few breaks, too.
Nobody was around for miles and I wasn't working even close to where I'd started out in the morning. But...what the hell. I knew where I was, and that's all that's necessary. Right?
Just before dark I stopped to take a break and while I was climbing down I slipped and fell. I tumbled off the Cat and down over a bank. I've always been kind of a tangle-foot but this set some kind of record I think.
I stopped skidding and bouncing when I got to the creek. I had all my arms and legs but I'd lost my hardhat, glasses, cigarettes, matches, and the new ink pen I'd swiped out of the office the day before.
I couldn't stand up without hurting so I crawled back up the bank to the road on my hands and knees. Very slowly. On the way I found my hardhat and glasses but never did locate my cigarettes, matches, or that pen either.
I got back up to the road just after dark and since I couldn't pull myself up on the Cat and my pickup was five miles away I just laid there. Thinking.
About two in the morning the neighbor came by. He hadn't seen me drive by his place on the way home so he figured I might be broke down or in trouble.
He took me to town and I got patched up. It wasn't bad. A couple of broken ribs, a sprained ankle, a dislocated shoulder, and I lost a little hide here and there.
The point is, I think, that if I had been hurt bad, cut up or maybe a compound fracture, I would have laid out there and bled out before anybody knew I was even in trouble.
So...let people know where you are. Tell them when you think you'll be back. If you head off someplace different stick a pie plate or some ribbon on a tree...paint an arrow on a rock...anything will do to start them tracking you.
Don't be so iron-headed independent that you think it can't happen to you. It can...and maybe you won't be lucky like I was.