Nuzzy
Trail Gnome
This happened last summer. We were on a camping trip and I had found a downed tree to cut up into rounds and then split with my trusty Stihl splitting hatchet. (No I wasn't chain sawing with my shorts on... I had cut the rounds the night before) In any case, the problem I ran into was apparently the wood was exceedingly knotted and still wet. I didn't have much choice as there wasn't anything else to burn, so I powered through...
I have a pretty powerful swing but noticed I wasn't getting anywhere near the same penetration I usually do. I was doing my best to avoid knots, but many were buried out of site. I continued on through the first 10 or so rounds without issue but then it happened... I buried the hatchet in the round and then took a swing with the sledge like usual. At that point (and for the first time in my life) the hatchet came ricochetting out of the round and directly back at me hitting just below my knee. LUCKILY, I believe it was the 90* corner of the back of the hatchet that got me and not the sharp cutting edge. When I looked down, I had a good wedge just pushed back in my ledge. We taped me up and finished the trip, with me hobbling about. I never did get stitches which prolly would've helped the scar, but oh well. I still have a lump there, and can't bend my leg for long periods of time without it hurting, but I feel pretty lucky.
Not the round I was splitting, but a worthy shot nonetheless
I have a pretty powerful swing but noticed I wasn't getting anywhere near the same penetration I usually do. I was doing my best to avoid knots, but many were buried out of site. I continued on through the first 10 or so rounds without issue but then it happened... I buried the hatchet in the round and then took a swing with the sledge like usual. At that point (and for the first time in my life) the hatchet came ricochetting out of the round and directly back at me hitting just below my knee. LUCKILY, I believe it was the 90* corner of the back of the hatchet that got me and not the sharp cutting edge. When I looked down, I had a good wedge just pushed back in my ledge. We taped me up and finished the trip, with me hobbling about. I never did get stitches which prolly would've helped the scar, but oh well. I still have a lump there, and can't bend my leg for long periods of time without it hurting, but I feel pretty lucky.
Not the round I was splitting, but a worthy shot nonetheless