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I wasn't sure what the prescribed dosage for eye bleach was. . . So to play it safe, I settled on 3 hrs and 45min without looking away! :laugh:

I just keep it tabbed for immediate relief.:D

Mesmerizing though ain't it?

Stay safe!
Dineryote
 
Wonder if that lovely chap cutting video of you would fly here ,,, or will it render a warning ,,,

In that instruction video you showed the good manner of using some PPE when blocking some logs, maybe you can sell it to GOL to get some cash now when your down for a while !?!?

Take care :)
 
Here's what a helmet is for


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From http://www.arboristsite.com/showthread.php?t=158400 .

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With all of the joking you have done lately, I didnt read this until now. You've been around this place even longer than I have and I am thankful you will be ok. PPE is goofy looking, but it works. The Man above has kept you around for a reason, maybe to keep us laughing...:laugh:

Anyway, here's to you John, Glad you are ok...



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P.S. See, your only protection was a ballcap....LOL!!!!!!
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"ballcap"....think I get it. :hmm3grin2orange::hmm3grin2orange:

Fine example of .......of..... PEE PEE EEEEEE .:yoyo:

Other bright ideas ?????????:D
 

Look into the German made ROCKMAN helmet systems (Baileys). They MAY not crack like the Peltor Stihl or Husky ones. The European standards for protection are higher than N. American standards.

My Rockman has stood up better than the Peltor/Stihls I've had. More $$$ butt my head is worth it.
 
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Peltor is a Swedish company, so I would guess that they are made to the same protective standards. My Peltor System helmet has worked great for many years.


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Peltor is a Swedish company, so I would guess that they are made to the same protective standards. My Peltor System helmet has worked great for many years..

Possibly true Tzed.

Yet, ALL the Peltors I've had over the years have had those annoying failures for me:
weak ear protector suports (wire) -letting go in heavy blowdown clearing.
head support not as secure or easily adjustable as the Rockman.
face mask getting pulled off by light branches unlike the Rockman.

Rockman has thicker construction.
My bean needs the leather liner of Rockman.
Rockman costs more.

Just my experience.
 
That's very humbling and a scary reminder of the dangers of cutting.

I'm glad you're well. Stay safe.
 
Hope you get better soon.. ::heart:
Thanks FarmerGirl, but I feel I need to opologise here for my fellow members whose ways are rough and crude.
Can I say it all in a poem?
John

The Song of the Wage-slave

BY ROBERT W. SERVICE


When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay,
I hope that it won't be hell-fire, as some of the parsons say.
And I hope that it won't be heaven, with some of the parsons I've met —
All I want is just quiet, just to rest and forget.
Look at my face, toil-furrowed; look at my calloused hands;
Master, I've done Thy bidding, wrought in Thy many lands —
Wrought for the little masters, big-bellied they be, and rich;
I've done their desire for a daily hire, and I die like a dog in a ditch.
I have used the strength Thou hast given, Thou knowest I did not shirk;
Threescore years of labor — Thine be the long day's work.
And now, Big Master, I'm broken and bent and twisted and scarred,
But I've held my job, and Thou knowest, and Thou wilt not judge me hard.
Thou knowest my sins are many, and often I've played the fool —
Whiskey and cards and women, they made me the devil's tool.
I was just like a child with money; I flung it away with a curse,
Feasting a fawning parasite, or glutting a harlot's purse;
Then back to the woods repentant, back to the mill or the mine,
I, the worker of workers, everything in my line.
Everything hard but headwork (I'd no more brains than a kid),
A brute with brute strength to labor, doing as I was bid;
Living in camps with men-folk, a lonely and loveless life;
Never knew kiss of sweetheart, never caress of wife.
A brute with brute strength to labor, and they were so far above —
Yet I'd gladly have gone to the gallows for one little look of Love.
I, with the strength of two men, savage and shy and wild —
Yet how I'd ha' treasured a woman, and the sweet, warm kiss of a child!
Well, 'tis Thy world, and Thou knowest. I blaspheme and my ways be rude;
But I've lived my life as I found it, and I've done my best to be good;
I, the primitive toiler, half naked and grimed to the eyes,
Sweating it deep in their ditches, swining it stark in their styes;
Hurling down forests before me, spanning tumultuous streams;
Down in the ditch building o'er me palaces fairer than dreams;
Boring the rock to the ore-bed, driving the road through the fen,
Resolute, dumb, uncomplaining, a man in a world of men.
Master, I've filled my contract, wrought in Thy many lands;
Not by my sins wilt Thou judge me, but by the work of my hands.
Master, I've done Thy bidding, and the light is low in the west,
And the long, long shift is over ... Master, I've earned it — Rest.
 
Hey Gypo, my dad saw the pictures of your accident and told me to tell you he warned you years ago about not wearing a hardhat. He said he's sending you one of those funky orange ladybug hardhats for Christmas. That hardhat should make you look like a real "CULL"......as he would say.......Hahahahahahahaha! Anyways, glad you're OK.

Cheers Aaron

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What a story teller! Quit messing with those yukon women before one really hurts ya! :laugh:

Glad your gonna be alright and made it out. Hate to have to start stories with "there was this guy" rather than "there is this character"....
 
Hey Gypo, my dad saw the pictures of your accident and told me to tell you he warned you years ago about not wearing a hardhat. He said he's sending you one of those funky orange ladybug hardhats for Christmas. That hardhat should make you look like a real "CULL"......as he would say.......Hahahahahahahaha! Anyways, glad you're OK.

Cheers Aaron

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Hi Aaron, say hi to your dad and tell him I'll even wear a pecker bill hat from now on. Lol
Nice pic by the way, is that sugar pine?
John
 
Thanks FarmerGirl, but I feel I need to opologise here for my fellow members whose ways are rough and crude.
Can I say it all in a poem?
John

The Song of the Wage-slave

BY ROBERT W. SERVICE


When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay,
I hope that it won't be hell-fire, as some of the parsons say.
And I hope that it won't be heaven, with some of the parsons I've met —
All I want is just quiet, just to rest and forget.
Look at my face, toil-furrowed; look at my calloused hands;
Master, I've done Thy bidding, wrought in Thy many lands —
Wrought for the little masters, big-bellied they be, and rich;
I've done their desire for a daily hire, and I die like a dog in a ditch.
I have used the strength Thou hast given, Thou knowest I did not shirk;
Threescore years of labor — Thine be the long day's work.
And now, Big Master, I'm broken and bent and twisted and scarred,
But I've held my job, and Thou knowest, and Thou wilt not judge me hard.
Thou knowest my sins are many, and often I've played the fool —
Whiskey and cards and women, they made me the devil's tool.
I was just like a child with money; I flung it away with a curse,
Feasting a fawning parasite, or glutting a harlot's purse;
Then back to the woods repentant, back to the mill or the mine,
I, the worker of workers, everything in my line.
Everything hard but headwork (I'd no more brains than a kid),
A brute with brute strength to labor, doing as I was bid;
Living in camps with men-folk, a lonely and loveless life;
Never knew kiss of sweetheart, never caress of wife.
A brute with brute strength to labor, and they were so far above —
Yet I'd gladly have gone to the gallows for one little look of Love.
I, with the strength of two men, savage and shy and wild —
Yet how I'd ha' treasured a woman, and the sweet, warm kiss of a child!
Well, 'tis Thy world, and Thou knowest. I blaspheme and my ways be rude;
But I've lived my life as I found it, and I've done my best to be good;
I, the primitive toiler, half naked and grimed to the eyes,
Sweating it deep in their ditches, swining it stark in their styes;
Hurling down forests before me, spanning tumultuous streams;
Down in the ditch building o'er me palaces fairer than dreams;
Boring the rock to the ore-bed, driving the road through the fen,
Resolute, dumb, uncomplaining, a man in a world of men.
Master, I've filled my contract, wrought in Thy many lands;
Not by my sins wilt Thou judge me, but by the work of my hands.
Master, I've done Thy bidding, and the light is low in the west,
And the long, long shift is over ... Master, I've earned it — Rest.

This is really Beautiful..::heart::heart:
Did you write it?
 
Nothing Like Making a Big Deal! Lol

Are we going to get an updated pict of the damage? Hope you are healing up well, can you see with both eyes yet?
Pioneerguy600
Jerry, since the injury, I seem to have become a mental giant, being able to solve complicated math problems and the meaning of life according to a cull and other pedantic stuff lol
John

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Jerry, since the injury, I seem to have become a mental giant, being able to solve complicated math problems and the meaning of life according to a cull and other pedantic stuff lol
John

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Geeze John,... you are looking soooo much better. That little tap on the noggin got a lot of those neurons speeded up, so your an Einstein now.

Pioneerguy600
 
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