In this installment, I belive that I will go back to my spring break of 1998. A classic adventure at work, have you. March is the perfect time of year for trimming decidous trees (at least I am told), the ground is still frozen, minus the snow, and it isn't the usual -25 degrees Celcius. So to make life easier for loading the large quantities of brush onto the truck, we a wood chipper. Not like the "Troy-built Chipper/Vac" but a real chipper. As we move from job to job, it is not uncommon to place the chainsaw in the chipper. By this I mean, placing the chainsaw in it's plastic protective case, and then putting the whole package into the feeding mouth of the chipper. The case is just the right size, and it will not fall off. Here is where the fun begins.

As I am piling up brush to the rear of the truck, I donn my saftey gear "A LA HARD HELMET, FACE VISOR, AND HEARING PROTECTION" while not being able to hear much of anything, or even see anything; I start up the chipper. No later than 5 seconds later I see Brian climbing down the tree, running toward me. Just I am about to rev, the RMP's he throws the cutoff switch. "WHAT THE *&%&@ ?"

Apparently, I had forgoten to remove the chainsaw from the mouth of the chipper. And in doing so, I had ripped (Or should I say chipped) the plastic case to a weakened state of its once protective self. "IN OTHER WORDS I WRECKED THE CASE" Luckily, my actions did the chainsaw no harm, as Brian, had pulled the saw out at the right time. Would anyone like some plastic chips?