Yes, I am also glad you are ok. I haven't had a story like that, but I have had some close calls. I was climbing a tree to top it and then work the base with the chainsaw. When I say close calls I have had kickbacks in the top of the tree from the chainsaw when the saw binds and that is as close as I want to get.
I did have one instance where my sister approached behind me when I was splitting kindling with a hatchet. She got brazed right on the forehead. It required a couple of stitches and she still has the scar. I am always aware of my surroundings when I cut now.

I hit my hand with a ax. I was camping in the shawno indian rservation in northern Wisconsin. I was starting a fire for cooking and went to spit kindling and hit my thumb and indexfinger. Seven stiches in my indexfinger, and three in my thumb. It was horrible because I was up there to go whitewater rafting, I still went.

We had a guy at deer camp get 15 stitches from a chainsaw last weekend. I wasn't there but the nearest hospital is nearly an hour away! it was his thigh of course could have been real bad.. I feel a little better prepared though I got some of those blood stopper bandages and a stapler. I can at the very least stop arterial bleeding and close up the light wounds.

Seven years ago, I was forced to take time out from an elephant hunt to take care of a "problem" leopard. We haphazardly hung a bit if elephant trunk in a tree. Low and behold, on the way back from delivering meat we saw the cat in the tree, it jumped down when it saw the vehicle. We crawled into some brush and waited. Surprisingly, it returned grabbed the bait dragging it into the crotch of the tree. The boys had not wired the bait securely and I was mad. I had killed several leopard, and decided I could make the shot, quartering away at a bad angle. Just as I squeezed the trigger the cat straightened and the solid (remember I had been hunting elephant) went between the shoulder and the body.

Bringing this embarrassing situation to conclusion I was badly mauled (deservedly so) before I killed the cat.

Back in the States, the plastic surgeon required me to have a physical examination, which disclosed I had cancer. After chemotherapy, radiation, and operations I appear to be fine.

The pesky leopard had saved my life.

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Been real funny if there was a Boy Scout Troop around needing hands on training!!!!

Chicks dig scars, but not sure about toe ones that you did with an ax...especially if you've got athletes foot.