Thursday afternoon was a great day to be in the woods. I was continuing my work of thinning the forest between the house and the lake. I had felled a gnarly spruce, the kind full of twisted branches and hardened sap, all from a hard life of growing in the forest.
The tree felled where I wanted it to and I set out to delimb the tree. Careful as I am, the bar kicked bar and the nose caught into the chainsaw safety pants. I never go into the woods without wearing them, and a good thing I was. The chain hooked and tore into the kevlar lining. The lining on its own is designed to hook the teeth of the chain and pretty much bring the rotation to a stop. Which it did, but the force of the kickback had enough momentum to cut through the safety pants, catch the canvas pants I was wearing (pictured above) and cut into it. The result was a short gash on the inside of my left leg, just about 2 inches from the kneecap.
Limped up to the house, called out for some help and proceed to make our way to the hospital. 3 hours later we’re back home and I have 3 stitches to close the wound. Close call.