I was working at a sawmill in northern B.C., it was mid-winter, and it was pretty cold (about -35 or so). Consequently, everyone wore some heavy clothing. One day, one of the millwrights was crossing to the other side of the mill and rather than walk around, he decided to cut through beside the output rollers on the edger. The roll had recently been replaced so the diamond pattern cut on it was still crisp. He was wearing a heavy canvas coat which was unzipped. It brushed up against the roll which wound it up so fast he had no chance to do anything. He was a big, strong, man and the coat ripped. The sleeve came right off, and he was free, but not before it broke his forearm in three places. From the elbow down, his arm hung like a piece of spaghetti. The thing is, machinery made to cut lumber, or cut metal, or move heavy objects, it doesn't even notice a human body part.
Albert Forslund, one of two brothers who were very good BR shooters, lost his thumb and index finger on his left hand when he got caught in a chain and sprocket. He said he and I could team up and play piano. I pointed out that the two of us might have two good hands, but we still wouldn't have any talent! WH
Albert Forslund, one of two brothers who were very good BR shooters, lost his thumb and index finger on his left hand when he got caught in a chain and sprocket. He said he and I could team up and play piano. I pointed out that the two of us might have two good hands, but we still wouldn't have any talent! WH