We can never plan or expect to be injured …we can only prepare. I generally ride solo or work on trails by myself. A gps phone and a small first aid package are always a part of my riding kit. Sh*t can happen when you least expect it.
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Another long and boring diatribe. Scroll past.
I was standing in a cashier lineup with my Canadian Tire purchase. 4th in line I was waiting my turn. I suddenly sensed someone behind me. Another customer likely, so I turned to greet the person.
“How’s it going?” I said. The gentleman politely responded. “I’m quite well. How are you?” . My head head quickly snapped forward …that voice…that accent …nicely dressed appearance. A British or Scottish accent …my thoughts raced. I then turned and asked the gentleman, “Did they ever catch you??”
He starred at me with a puzzled look for a moment. “Excuse me”? I stared back at him and expanded my question. “Did the RCMP ever catch you??”.
Three years earlier I had received a phone call from Fedje & Gunnerson on my week off. They were a well known Falling Company on Vancouver Island who I had contracted with before. They explained that two of their Fallers had to suddenly leave an area and left a dozen trees to be felled. Maybe an hour’s work to complete the contract. I knew they were desperate to complete the job.
I reluctantly accepted and negotiated the terms for this unique situation. A daily rate, transportation, food, safety coverage etc. This was going to be very expensive for them.
I left the airport in Campbell River early the next morning. A small single engine aircraft was chartered just for me…and all the necessary equipment I took was loaded. After a short hour flight we landed on a gravel landing strip in one of the many inlets on the west coast of BC. A very narrow landing strip.
One of the camp workers met me with a work crummy (pickup truck) and loaded my equipment into the back. I started to feel “special”, even though I wasn’t.
Another half hour ride to the site where rigging and logging crews were assembled. I made safety coverage arrangement's with the crew boss and loaded my equipment into the standing helicopter close by. My work location was about a mile up the mountain and my safety coverage would be the rigging crew below.…via frequent radio check every 20 minutes. I would also have visual contact with them but it was unlikely they could see me.
I exited the helicopter on a stump and the pilot “toe’d in so I could remove my saws and equipment. In my usual coach position I gave the pilot a thumbs up and off he went. Quiet at last.
I quickly surveyed the area and determined the next tree to be felled. It looked like only 10 trees were left within the ribboned boundary. I placed my extra equipment out of the way and made a quick radio check to my safety coverage. Everything looked and sounded good

!
I walked over to the first tree to be felled. There was a mixture of Hemlock and Balsam…4-6’ in diameter. The next 5 trees were no problem. Easily felled and bucked for the Virtal logging helicopter. Predicted weight was important but I knew the correct bucking lengths. 5 trees to go!
I approached a large leaning Balsam. It appeared to have some rot at the base and was aimed at the other trees along the edge of the ‘face’. Things could go bad here so I prepared an extra escape route and a large hemlock to hide behind if the Balsam started to brush the other standing timber. Giant tree limbs could be whipped back towards my position if the Balsam decided to brush the other standing trees. Kinda like giant darts.
The moment of truth.
As I stated to place the backcut in I could see that I no longer had control of the falling direction. Time to bail and run towards the safety of the large Hemlock, hide, become very small and wait until the event was over.
Several limbs darted on both sides of the Hemlock and me. I waited for a few moments for a sign of quietness before I peeked around the low side …then I found myself on my back.
A chunk of limb had ricocheted off a stump below me and impaled my left arm and into my bicep. The force was great enough to spin my body around like a corkscrew and flung me to the ground. Damm…I think my arm is broken.
As I layed on my back I reached for my compression bandage near my shoulder and held on by my suspenders. Blood was starting to emerge though my shirt sleeve and I quickly wrapped the compression bandage around my arm to stop any flow of blood. Why did this have to happen now? The chunk of tree limb was nowhere to be found but I only saw a momentary blur of it as it struck me.
While laying on my back I gathered my thoughts. There’s a procedure for this and help is only a radio call away. A call for help shuts down all operations. I just need to make that call. I stood up but kept my elbow folded to maintain pressure on the bleed area. Make the call! Make the f****** call.
Five trees were left standing. If I could just tip these over, the area would be finished. With my left arm still folded I picked up my 066 Stihl and maneuvered it with one arm. Can I even do this? After several attempts I realized that it was hopeless and very very dangerous. I made the dreaded call for help.
There was radio silence for a moment. And then a voice said “we’ll be right there”. A helicopter toe’d in and a first aid attendant leaped out. When the helicopter lifted off he scurried over to ready me for transport and to assess my injury. He removed scissors from his bag and began cutting my sleeve off. He unwrapped my compression bandage and slightly straightened my arm. Blood squirted out. I recognized that as an artery bleed. It’s worse than I first thought.
He wrapped me backup again with cleaner bandages. He also carried my equipment back to the toe’d in helicopter. I walked and climbed in. A logging ambulance was waiting for me below. Some time passed as we made our way back to camp. I was rushed into the first aid shack where my wound was dressed again. Unknowingly to me, the first aid crew had summoned a plane flying down Johnston Straight and asked that they detour to this site and pickup an injured worker (me).
At the end of the very small gravel runway I waited in the crummy. I noticed that the plane arriving had two engines and the wing span was greater. Will it even fit on this landing strip? Near our vehicle the plane spun around and aimed itself back where it came from. I walked towards the side entrance of the plane and abruptly stopped. I then began to laugh out loud.
This plane was full of passengers …probably nine. Someone told them to all get off. As they climbed out I noticed that they were all Korean tourists. As they walked past me their eyes widened when they glanced at me. I must of been a horrible sight …half covered in drying blood. I jumped in the plane and asked the pilot for permission to sit next to him …like a co-pilot.
The flight back to the Campbell River airport was nice. Like traveling in luxury. When we reached Seymour Narrows the pilot descended to fly alongside a cruise ship before we eventually landed at the CR airport. I then called a taxi to pick me and all my equipment to my truck. I think I freaked out the taxi driver because he didn’t say much to me.
Campbell River has its own hospital but I lived in Courtenay. Half hour drive away and a slightly better hospital. Driving a stick shift would be challenging but if I used my knee for steering sometimes I could shift gears with my good arm.
After I parked my truck I entered the emergency entrance of the hospital. I figured that there could be a wait …even though our medical is free. Another set of doors automatically opened and I began to walk past other patients and sniffing noses. Suddenly a nurse grabbed me and led me to a small operating room next to the emergency ward. “A Doctor will be in to see you …no need for ID at this time”. She sat me on a bed and started preparing stuff. Wtf…is this real?
Within a minute the doctor entered and I recognized her immediately, and she recognized me. We both laughed. We remember each other from other visits for hockey injuries. “So what happened this time?” She said. I laughed again.
She removed the soaked bandages and began to feel and probe the area.
“ I don’t think your arm is broken but we’ll X-ray just to make sure. Meanwhile ill need to freeze your arm.”
She injected the wound and surrounding area and told me several minutes were needed before she could explore my wound further. “That’s fine” I said, and she left the room. But she had accidentally opened the curtain and I could now see most people in the emergency ward.
I noticed a gentleman wandering back and forth. Not a patient …a visitor perhaps? As I sat on the bed my appearance was probably worse than it felt. This nicely dressed man noticed me and said “What happened to you?”
“Are you a doctor?” I said.
“Yeah I’m a f*ckin doctor …and I’m gonna fix you up”. He then drew a hunting knife from his waist area and started to enter my room. I rose off the bed and rolled the surgical tray and instruments between us. “If you don’t leave my room right now you’re going to be wearing all of these knives and scissors”.
He started to back out and told me to “take it easy pal”. I watched him walk down the hallway and entered a cubicle of someone he apparently knew. This day just keeps getting better.
Soon the nurse returned followed by my favourite doctor. “How’s it feel…numb?” “Numb enough I guess, by the way did you notice a guy with a knife…” I never got to finish when the nurse jumped up and said “WHAT!” She ran off and soon the hallway glowing blue. Announcements were blasting over the speakers. A robotic “code-blue” could be heard. The hallway that I could see was extremely active with nurses, staff and doctors. What’s going on?
Within a few minutes I could see RCMP running up and down the hallway. This continued on when the nurse, my favourite doctor a three RCMP officer's entered my room. The doctor positioned herself on a stool infront of me. It now looked like the doctor was going to take care of her patient (me) and the police were going to question me for a description.…at the same time!
I gave my arm to the doctor, who was now without any assistance, and began answering questions. “What’d he look like, what was he wearing, how big was the knife etc. Meanwhile I could see that the doctor was having difficulty. I told her that I could help and grabbed some forceps from the tray and pulled back some skin from my wound which opened up the puncture enough so that she could see better inside. I turned my attention back to the officers to continue answering questions when promptly one of them left through the curtains. Within seconds the youngest officer started to sway and fell through the curtain and into the hallway. The third officer stayed but continued his questioning while staring at the ceiling.
“Your artery was only nicked. It’ll be fine. I’ll put in a few stitches and you can go”
Anyways; three years later I was standing in cashier line in Canadian Tire.
“That time you pulled a knife on me while I was in the hospital” I could see the panic in his eyes …I laughed. He seemed like a nice guy …with some bad judgment.