Some of the dumbest things I've ever done with a powersaw happened within the first few months on the job. It all started out innocently enough when I interrupted two fallers having a yelling match (that was about ready to come to blows) in the local saw shop. I think I was 19 or 20 yrs old and didn't know that they were fighting over a "strip fell every which way" and one of them was fixin to get fired. The saw shop guy told me "go over and talk to that guy, I think he might be hiring". So I did. "YOU KNOW HOW TO RUN SAW"?, yup I says, "O.K. YOUR FIRED SO AND SO, SEE YOU AT 4:00 IN THE MORNING KID, AND BRING YER SAW"
The next morning I'm finding myself squeezed in between two of the orneriest, craziest, stinkingest, raw onion eaters I ever saw. My eyes are watering and my ears are burning and these two guys (gorillas) are speaking "a language I don't understand" all the way out to the woods. We were in some of the biggest timber that I had ever seen, 4-8 ft. spruce and 10-12 ft. cedars, 3 ft. hard leanin' alders, and you had to buck a hole through the vine maple and devil's club to let the sunshine in! My Stihl 045 with 36" bar was the smallest saw in the truck (075's w 4' bars & 090's w 5'ers).
These two guys speedlaced their caulks on and took off over the hill racing for the strip at a dead run with me trying not to lose them in the dark. I fell down headfirst into a draw with my saw over my shoulder, (didn't let go of the saw) and got the dogs imbedded in my tricep up to the bone. Had to get patched up but hid it from the boss. Later on that week I noticed the way one of the guys was back barring the face cuts and shooting the face wood smartly out the other side on the little alders that we were using to bed the big ones. I tried it but didn't quite get the face cut loose. Instead of spitting it out the other side smartly, the saw kicked back and cut my knee, dumbly. One of them patched me up again and I made him promise not to tell the boss. "I thought you knew how to run saw", he said, "I thought I did"! I tuffed it out and tried not to limp but found myself wondering why chainsaw cuts didn't hurt when you first get them but always get infected and hurt like a bugger while you're healing up. Oh well, "long way from the heart, you'll be o.k kid" I was told. Besides, only cowboys wore chaps in those days.
Never tell a west coast timber faller you "know how to run saw" when all you've ever done is residential work and firewood. Doesn't even impress them when you tell them you own a new model production saw. See, these guys speak a different language and act completely different than most people you'd normally work with. Not easily impressed either. Who knows, they might even impress and convert you and make you into one of their own. Before you know it you'll be chewin' Cope, drinkin' whiskey, crappin' between yer heels whenever and wherever you get the urge, and telling the new kid in the brush that he might better look for work baggin' groceries at Safeway or sellin' women's shoes for a living.
That could be the funnest, most dangerous and exciting thing you ever do with a chainsaw, and pave the way for the some of the dumbest... anybody else know what I mean?