My dad and I were cutting wood for the fire a few Xmasses ago
Using a chainsaw.

We were taking it in turns to weild the chainsaw, while the other positioned the treetrunks ready for chopping.

After a morning of this, we were functioning like a high-precision machine; my Dad was on the saw and I was popping the rapidly-decreasing-in-size branches under the blade mere seconds before he'd chop them. Then I'd grab the chopped branch, sling it in the 'cut' pile and put another under the saw.

Complacency and dangerous power-tools is a bad mix.

I made the mistake of popping a branch under the saw right at the moment when Dad moved the saw down to cut it.

It felt like someone whacked my hand with a baseball bat.
I screamed. Dad, well he didn't scream (being a manly farmer type) but he did let out a yell.
I grabbed my hand and worried what the fuck I'd see when I opened my fingers.


Luckily for me, I'd been wearing thick canvas gloves (mostly because it was cold, not from a safety consideration) and these had taken the brunt of the razor-sharp whirring teeth.
I had most of my ring-finger nail missing, plus a LOT of cuts to the back of said finger and my knuckles, but no severed fingers or anything!

Stupid, but also stupidly lucky.
( Evilscary 40% Evil, 60% Scary, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 13:18, closed)

Ewwwww...
As lunchtime reading goes, that's not the best possible.
*clicks*
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 13:39, closed)

As soon as I saw "Chainsaw"
I winced. Have a click for your sheer luck.
(Mr. In-Between has regretted posting this ever since, Fri 21 Dec 2007, 14:52, closed)