My quick lesson in chainsaw respect happened when I was in my early 20's and bullet proof. I was working in a sawmill in Cowichan Bay, feeding the 'hog' (its like the scariest chipper you've ever seen fed by a 4ft wide conveyor belt that was fed by a chain conveyor under the (de) barker. The hog wouldn't be happy with anything too long or solid as it was made for making mulch outta the bark and besides, I'd be the one to have to crawl inside it and clean the messes out, so when we ran cedar there'd be a watcher at the mouth (yes safety line, full control, metal detector, etc etc).
Anyhow, one particularly boring shift I had been bucking up all the crap that had been left beside the belt and feeding it in. There was a nice 3'dia, 4ft long chunk that caught my eye, hm, that'd make a nice chair, says I, for sitting by the controls. So I went to work at it (we got a deal from Dolmar at the time for a bunch of their upper-mid sized saws, real screamers with 20"-30" bars) and as the project neared completion I was going to plunge-cut the block to form the legs. For some reason I shall never understand to this day other than being tired and plainly stupidly addled, I tried this cut by holding the saw sideways (instead of pushing it in from behind it as I should have) and it kicked into my left leg faster than a blink. Oh sh*t I said to myself, I just cut my new chaps. On closer inspection it was "Oh Sh*t, cut my jeans too. On even closer inspection it was "Uh-oh, I'm not wearing white longjohns!", the fat under the dermis, quite exposed. Seven stiches I am not proud of, it could have been far, far worse. Never ever got lazy with a saw since (never really was), stupid stupid stupid. Explaining that to my foreman as he drove me up to the doc's was equally belittling and the strip that got torn off me by him hurt worse (the cut only sortta stung a bit if I recall).
Gypo, I don't remember the doctor's name in Nanaimo but if it is the one I'm thinking of he was (is still I think) a neuro/micro surgeon of renown who saved my friend Keith McFearsons life about 20some-odd yrs ago when he took a kick-back to the face while spacing up around Nanaimo Lakes, cut him from the top of his temple to his collarbone, to the bone. It happened to be the one day a week that particular doctor was in and he did a masterful job of putting the pieces back together. The fact that the crew had an experienced firstaid man and a fast truck no doubt also saved his life (as it was he had to walk a couple of hundred feet out of the bush holding his face on, *shudder*) The last time I saw Keith was about 12yrs ago and he could smile straightly again and had most of the feeling in his cheek back, you can hardly see the scar, simply fkn amazing. Last I'd heard through mutual friends he was still spacing trees, talk about a big horse to climb back up on.
Work safe, use your head, be happy!
Regards, Serge