We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I cranked up my trusty Stihl Farm Boss last weekend to do some jobs, and my neighbor who has some heart problems brought me a cold Rolling Rock and asked me to cut down an old Pear tree which was productive 20 years ago but which has been in serious decline since it has been in the shade of several big trees.
For a cold one, a year's supply of good fruit wood for meat-smoking, and for the pleasure of helping out a neighbor, I was happy to do it. My stock of wild cherry chunks from last year is running low.
As long-time readers know, I always have mishaps with chain saws. Someday the thing will kill me. So be it. The two nuts of the cover blew off somehow and the chain blew off right after we got the big old tree down. Could only find one of the nuts. So it was a case of "pass me another cold one, let's light up some Cubans, and I will finish this job later."
I've never had a fear of chain saws nor machines in general, but I do work with a Toro Grand Stand mower I'm convinced is out to kill me. If I were to drink and mow I believe the consequences would be dire.
Any tool we use requires the utmost respect. Tools that have moving parts require more respect, especially when the tool can cause a life threatening injury. I've seen weekend warriors out there that I'm sure were going to kill themselves. And I have seen seasoned veterans using tools that respect and use the utmost caution and still get hurt. There's got to be a balance in there somewhere. Chainsaws, guns, require our utmost respect, it only takes a second for a mishap. Falling out of a tree with a chainsaw, now that's scary.
As I have no other heating source, I have to burn wood all winter. I run a chainsaw a lot, but I wouldn't run one after even a sip of alcohol. My John Deere chainsaw looks remarably like the one pictured. It must be a Stihl painted green.
I am really beginning to enjoy your input here. My father has the same gifts with tools as you seem to have. It is normal to see him bleeding from somewhere by the time a job is finished.
Last time I was with him he and his buddy who has parkinson' s were using the chain saw. Watching a man with a tremor use a chain saw is something I don't ever want to see again. I found a way to take over without damaging his pride and I think we all relaxed a little.
Been there done that. Gives a new meaning to bar nuts.
Changing chains and a small dose of CRS, results in hand tightened nuts that eventually give it up.
I have a clear cut cover named "The Bent Bar Cover", but that is a different story.
Luckily the chain was dull and all it did was "tear" a small (like 2 inches long and maybe 1/2" deep) chunk of my leg, if I had taken the extra 5 minutes to put on that new sharpened chain I'm reasonably sure that a hospital visits would have been necessary...
My father had a rule: never operate a chain saw when home alone; always tell somebody when you're using it. It turned out to be a good thing my brother adopted the rule as an adult. He cut his leg once and couldn't have driven himself to the hospital. Fortunately he'd waited until my s-i-l was back from the store, so he only had to shout for her.