Well, I always thought that if I got hurt in a logging related accident it would be way in the bush. But it can happen pretty close to home.
On April 1st last year I did some skidding and bucking till about 4:30 pm and parked the skidder beside our garage. I went out at 6 pm to throw a tarp over the skidder because I had just heard the weather forecast and it predicted rain and freezing rain - I try to keep water off my old bush buggy. I was dressed in sneakers, jeans and a T-shirt; it was just around the freezing point and I was only going to be outside for 2 minutes.
I pulled the tarp up and over the skidder. The parking spot was completely ice-covered, so before I stepped down off the skidder, I spied a frozen rut in the ice I could put my right foot in so that it wouldn't slide when I stepped down. To make a long story short, I stepped down, putting my right foot into that tire-lug rut, and at the same time started to reach for the tarp straps hanging on the side of the garage. My left foot slipped off the skidder rung, and all my weight torqued onto my right leg - which couldn't slip or slide because my foot was in that rut. Snap, bang...down I went. My right leg broke in four places below my knee and the tibia came out through the side of my leg about three inches above my ankle.
I was in a bit of a bind. I didn't have my cell phone, my wife wasn't getting home till 9 or 9:30, the temperature was going to fall to 20 F, I was underdressed, and with the protruding bone I knew there was a darned good chance of shock setting in. So I had a rather miserable 150 foot crawl across the yard and up 10 steps into the house. Never knew I could swear in so many languages. To top it all off, at one point when I was crawling I looked around and my wonder-dog German Shepherd was helping out by licking my blood on the ice and snow. I guess that's what they mean when they talk about adding insult to injury.
In any event, never too old to learn some things, eh?
First of all, after talking to my surgeon, other patients, and people in the physio-therapist clinic, it became pretty apparent that the great majority of people injure themselves doing the simple little things they have done a thousand times before - one time out of ten thousand something extra enters the mix and crap happens. And I think we get pretty complacent about our "routine" movements. Let's put it this way: I'm getting on and off my skidder now with a bit less speed and a lot more thought and I'm paying more attention when I'm doing simple things like going up and down stairs.
Second lesson. I take my cell phone with me now even if I step out to throw seeds in the bird feeder.
Number three: I dress for the occasion.
And number four.....I am teaching my wife to tarp my skidder! (okay, I'm just kidding on that one
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