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hey hope things are going well, that’s funny. Youtube’s awesome, so much stuff on there.
Funny in a stomach queasy sort of way. My jr. high shop teacher buzzed off 3 at once during a safety demo for the parents on “parent teacher evening”. Throughly sprayed the fans w/ his vital fluids. Not to be forgotten. Ever!
I cut 2 of mine off back in 79 but they put them back together, they work ok. I will never forget lookin down and seeing my 2 fingers dangling by a thred on my palm and thinking OH!! this is not good. Weird my brother cut the same 2 off , but no luck putting um back on.
Yeeeouch!!
Thinking of that is one of the few things which makes me squeamish!
I count myself VERY lucky to have all my digits and I still cringe at the memory of the giant bandsaw that I operated as a sixteen year old in my first job, cutting thruster sets out of fin panel. One would have said goodbye to fingers in a blink…
Here’s another idea not for the faint-hearted… A friend of mine caught his pony-tail in a sander. Not fun…
Josh
Whats up with woodshop teachers? Bob ‘’ Ole’’ Olson of Ole surfboards used to teach woodshop and he missing 2 or 3 digets. Great shaper and craftsman.
I always take the advice of three fingered carpenters with a lot of suspicion…
I remember as a kid trying to get the toast out of the toaster with a knife wearing wet board shorts. As an adult, I watched my boss let his thumb hang over the back end of a board while running through the jointer. The moment his thumb hit the knives blood was everywhere. Lots of nerve endings in the digits.
Every time you turn on a tool, have a little thought process to focus
Sometimes we have those Darwinian moments. I’ve been lucky, but come close. Hindsight is always so crystal clear, but when your doing it you think…ahhh heck I can hold that with my hands…who needs a push stick?
My shop teacher took a hotdog on stick and shoved it into the jointer. He asked us to look under the tool to see what would remain of our fingers if we were unlucky enough to put our fingers through. Looked like ground beef. No chance of stitching that back on. We got the message.
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.....ahhh heck I can hold that with my hands....who needs a push stick?
Direct quote from the mind of my pops. Cutting little redwood slats on table saw for deck root. Very last one he decides to go “cheap” and make it out of the push stick. Zingo! One pinky finge 1/2 length evermore. The really bad bad part was that his profession was “corporate manager of health and safety” for an aerospace co. Most embarrasing on Monday w/ that huge white bandage (with red stains) around his throbbing digit.
Howzit Kirk, Being a long time friend of Ole’s he’s told me the stories of how he lost those fingers. One was from a table saw and the other from a jig saw, both accidents happened while he was giving those first day safety demos,actually pretty funny when you think about it. Aloha,Kokua
There was no way to reattach it. nuckle got knocked clear out.