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1 hour ago, AEBL said:

there was a gal who was running the lathe wearing a long pony tail

Then there is the guy that was using an electric drill with a wire brush.  He had an itchy spot on his head, so gently reached up with the drill to scratch his head and bumped the trigger.  There went a good chunk of his scalp!

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1 hour ago, Northmount said:

Then there is the guy that was using an electric drill with a wire brush.  He had an itchy spot on his head, so gently reached up with the drill to scratch his head and bumped the trigger.  There went a good chunk of his scalp!

Soon as I read "... reached up ..." parts of my anatomy sucked up into my abdomen. My beard is long enough that I tuck it in my shirt if I'm using a dremel or other spinny thing in my hands.

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Farming is definitely one of the more hazardous occupations there is. My great-grandfather was killed back in the early 1900's when the horses were frightened by one of those newfangled 'horseless carriages' and ran away. He fell off the seat of the reaper, and his foot got caught in the sheaf carrier strap. He was dragged back to the barn with his head banging on the ground, and suffered a fatal brain injury.

My dad's youngest brother was using the hay elevator to load corn cobs into a silo, and the cuff of his overalls got caught on the elevator. The woman helping him didn't know where the shutoff switch was, so had to run a fair distance to unplug the cord from the outlet. By that point, Gord was hanging from the top of the elevator by his ankles, with the elevator belt running over them. He was in a wheelchair for a couple of months. They set up an intercom system from the house to the barn, so he could supervise his sons while they were doing the milking and chores. That did not always go well. One day they got into a fight while Gord and his wife were entertaining company. The language coming over the intercom wasn't exactly 'family friendly'! :lol:

Another time, his second oldest son was riding on the back of the tractor while his father was moving a disc harrow from one field to another. When he hit the hump from the field to the grass, his son fell off and was run over by the harrow. Broken leg and some internal injuries. Thank God it wasn't the chisel harrow...

His friends at school weren't very sympathetic. They'd stick tacks in the rubber ends of his crutches so they'd slip on the floor... :rolleyes2:

When my dad was in his old age, he developed respiratory problems, probably as the result of all the dust he inhaled while working on the farm. His chest x-ray showed a healed fracture of one of his ribs. "When did you break a rib?" I asked.

He had to think for quite a few minutes. "I guess it was the time I stepped back so my dad could drive the Model T into the barn loft, and someone had left the trap door open. I fell through it and hit the concrete edge of the pig pen, and was knocked unconscious."

He came to a short time later, lying on the daybed in the kitchen. His dad had brought a rare treat back from the store in town: a brick of ice cream. "Come and get your ice cream, Harvey, before it melts," his mom said, when she saw he was awake.

A broken rib and a concussion. No doctor's office visit, just "Come and get some ice cream..." :rofl:

Farm kids sure are tough!

 

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Mine was finding out how efficiently a chainsaw can remove teeth. We were cutting firewood all day and I had one last log to finish. Caught the tip on something and it kicked back and got me on the chin and front teeth. I have had saws kick back but never like this one. I had removed the tip guard on the chain thinking it was just in the way.  That was a dumb mistake as the saw didn’t have a hand brake as found on all saws today. I soon got me one that did have the hand break. After a couple hundred stitches done by a plastic surgeon and some replacement dental work, I was good to go. I actually was very lucky as it could have a whole lot worse.

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