I admit learning he survived his injuries thinking “that isn’t a very good chipper...”
Sawmills are dangerous places. I was in a safe spot in the chip room and still got wiped of my feet and got a couple of fractured ribs.
The chipper grabbed a long piece of scrap and slapped it against the shroud. A piece the size of a baseball bat flew across the room and hit me flat across the chest. I’m just glad I caught the flat side rather than the pointy end. The boss went out and bought some type of flak jackets after that.
When they said it was a big chipper, they meant the size of the chips.