Close calls!

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I was reading in another thread " The Avenue of The Giants" how some guys are are gun shy about working under dead wood overhead and rightly so.
I was thinking how about a close call thread.
My close call was cutting down a dead oak out in the woods. Everything was going fine backcut cut up and a smack of the wedges she committed to the lay then all of a sudden a 12' x 4" limb speared into the ground inches from my foot. The limb had stuck a foot into the ground and mind you it was winter and the ground was frozen solid. That shook me up for a bit but I decided it was not my time and listened to momma natures message 'inspect them trees better'.
 
I got a pretty good thump half on the back and half on the helmet during the recent removal job. The crane operator said he saw it happening but there was no way to warn.
 
Any logger will have about 5 close calls during a season.

The smart and lucky ones are alive when logging season is over.
 
In my short life I've had a good dose of close calls (a couple where I was hurt pretty bad, but lived...if that counts). Most of mine were during my Timber Falling days. I guess it appropriate to share why I am sitting here so bored today after having my third Nasal surgery.

First off, in 1999, Humboldt county CA, I was falling timber for Columbia Helicopters, falling some nice second growth redwood, busheling away when I hacked into a loaded limb about 3 inches diameter; nailed me right on the end of the nose; instantly started gushing blood and eyes welled up with tears; Nose looked like bozo the clown(I kind of felt like him too). Started having trouble after that with my sinuses when...along came another nose breaker...

2001, same area, same company, working on my 12th straight day; fell two small, grown together second growth redwoods on a steep sidehill. They lodged against a small fir and everything looked stable; at least to a physically and mentally exhausted timber fallers eye. Jumped on them and plugged in my tape, ran down to 40' where they were about 12" diameter, (remember they were two exact same size trees grown together, as is fairly common with second growth redwood). Last thing I remember was bending over to take my measurement. Next thing I remember was feeling my self tumbling with these two trees sliding up my back; life flashing before my eyes, literally, thinking "this is the end" seeing a mental picture of my Wife and kids and thinking how hard this was going to be for them; Anyhow, the trees tumble over my back; all action stops and they end up below me, with me sitting on my butt in the brush. I was ALIVE!! I Turned around and looked up the hill where it all started...about 100'...kind of funny how I only remember about the last ten feet of my journey? Then I notice blood all down front of my shirt? Also notice I can only see out of one eye; could not see out of other eye but felt something dangling on my cheek??? My heart stopped for a second because I though my eyeball had gotten torn out??? Took my glove off and started feeling around; pushed up on dangly piece and...tada...I could see again! (although everything was red through that eye because of the blood)! It was my eyelid that was torn down and hanging over my eyeball. Nose was gushing blood, had a hole poked under my chin that was bleeding, my back, chest, shoulders, neck, head, legs, arms, and feet all hurt...and I was thinkin that I might have some broken bones. Called my cuttin pard on the radio which I was carrying in a chest pack, and he helped doctor me, and helped me out of the brush.

Still not sure how I made it out of that one alive and with only a torn eyelid, broken nose, and some sore joints. I have a picture somewhere; kind of looked like Frankenstein; luckily I am a good healer, and I am here to tell this story! Okay, so the lessons learned? Slow the hell down so nothing like a loaded limb gets you, and don't work yourself, or let others influence you to work yourself into a state of fatigue where you might let something slip by, like an unstable leave tree on an unstable slope. It has been 11 years since these two mishaps. My eyelid took about a year till I could close it all the way,(yes I slept with one eye open), it also played hell with getting saw chips in it. My shoulder is kind of bad (rotator cuff), but my nose has probably been the biggest problem. I had the first nasal surgery in 06 while living in Alaska, had another in 09 to get rid of scar tissue from the first one, and now I had to have another to get it opened up some more, and get rid of scar tissue from the last surgery. This time they are leaving stints and a tube in it for six weeks to try to keep it from scarring back in so bad. Also they took out some bone back there and drilled a hole to the other side of my sinuses. Hopefully I will be able to breathe out the right side of my nose now, and be able to blow it, and sleep on my left side, and not get so dang many head colds! Sorry about the long post, just have nothing better to do but share why I feel so miserable today. Be safe out there, and always be vigilant, and have respect for what can easily kill you.

Here I was a few weeks after it happened, and right before I returned to work.
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I could tell close call stories all day! Most of em I came out unscathed though...most of em...
 
Our oaks get brutalized during the winter. Heavy snow and wind. You go in on a thinning job and have to watch constantly and be ready to run. Go into places already so over grown you can hardly see if something is amiss above you. PPE and vigilance. Sure can give you a stiff neck and tire you out from being on edge all day. Then you get to go do a burned out area with standing snags that will lose a limb in a heartbeat over your head just from committing into the lay. :|:

Hey.. that about sounds like 3 days this last week :lol:
 
I might have had an unusual close call, or at least my most note worthy....and if I can indulge you with my story. Working on the usual steep ground that we have here in the mountains. I had a tree hung up well ahead of me and quite above, directly horizontal to my position. I tried to knock it down with another tree, but the second tree kind of hit it perfectly at it's mid balance point, didn't knock the other one down, and after the top teetered toward the ground, maybe even hit the ground, flipped back like a seesaw and the butt weight made it slide across the hung up one and come right back at me, In my haste to get away, I slipped and just laid there watching it come down, pretty frozen. It missed by about two-three feet, and scary as all hell. I can play it over in my mind any time I like. I remember having hope tinged with fear while it was happening, then after a big whoa. It registered that anything that can happen, will happen.
 
Tarzan: What Butch said. Thanks for the post.

Jay: Slipped or tripped? With Doug Dent gone, who's gonna chew us out for not swamping the escape paths thoroughly enough?

Rajan: Yeah, in my old age, I'm prone to look up at the top of the tree a lot more than I keep an eye on my gun. If I miss the lay: oh darn. If I miss a hung up limb busting out: :|::O:cry:.

O.k. Here's my (foreman's) latest close call real quick: I took an 850 lb. Cottonpig log off the block and 3/4" Dynasorb. Foreman was unfamiliar with the aluminum bollard on the GRCS I had strapped to the tree, which made him take too many wraps. Sure he rattled my cage a bit, but no big deal. Now the jackass decides to flip the rope with his wrist in order to "flip" a few wraps off of the little aluminum posts on the bollard. :|: Of course, he accidentally flips all but half a wrap off. Now the jackass won't let go of the rope!!!!! The jackass SKIDS on his boots over blacktop while the log crashes (butt-tied) into the black-top tip first, blowing out about three inches of asphalt about nine inches away from his head.

Oh, thank God he's still here today.
 
Bet your foreman doesn't do that again. Probably slipped, Jed. I'm good about escape paths, though I see others not so. On steep pine needle covered ground, quite easy to slip when you suddenly get your feet moving a million miles an hour. Can't recall if I was wearing spikes that day. A good reason to have them.
 
I just got back from the hospital ten minutes ago. My BMG seriously kicked my ass today. I had just finished loading 30 or so feet of a 28"DBH Red Oak into my dump. When I disconnected it from the Boxer and went to strap it to my trailer it slipped over its shelf and the mounting plate took me off my feet. I couldn't breathe for two or three invites and the pain was excruciating. Headed to the hospital where I was given some meds a CT scan and a lots of time to myself. Turns out I have no broken bones and no internal damage, but this hurts worse than broken ribs. Thank God all next weeks work is "Notch it and Watch it" I cannot imagine trying to climb right now. I can barely stand up. Whew!
 
No it flipped away from me. It kind of pivoted on its storage shelf on my trailer. The head went down and the mounting plate came up, Fast, real damn fast! My sternum feels like I went ten rounds with Tyson.
 
This is live feed!

In the afternoons at the local pubs the fallers and rigging crews would talk about their close calls every day. You can write a book about it.

I have a couple myself.
 
I had probably the worst kickback of my 'career' a couple of days ago...I was cutting a heavily loaded and splintered limb off a macrocarpa, on the ground, chainsaw at shoulder height (260) I looked at the limb, noted the splinters in the top (fresh because we had just hauled on it with the truck) and a small limb above the cutting area.
I got my feet well planted, stood well to the side and started to cut knowing that splinters can be nasty...the next thing I knew the saw had whizzed past my earhole and I was holding it up and out to the side. The splinters had caught the bar, made it jump, the tip hit the little branch above and BAM!!!! All in a microsecond, that bar was past my head, chain still rotating!
We had a little tailgate meeting after the branch was all cut up, my hubby didn't see it happen, but just to reinforce how nasty splinters can be and the utmost importance of staying OUT of the kickback zone!! The intertia brake did not engage and my hand was on the side of the handle, so if I'd been in the wrong place I wouldn't have been typing this.
 
I'm sure you have all played the game of who can stand closest to the falling tree without getting hit right? :D you sure learn quickly how to judge distance!
 
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