utah_1911
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So it is Labor day weekend. A great 3 days to hunt in my opinion, or so I thought. We decided to camp in Mantua UT, not to far from Brigham city and Logan. I woke up at 5am on Sunday morning and headed up the canyon. I hunted til about 11. Needless to say it was uneventful. I got back to camp and my cousin in law was having trouble with his chainsaw. I told him I would get it running for him. As I was adjusting the fuel air mixture screw I wasnt paying attention to where the blade was. It contacted my left knee.

I didnt think it was bad at first until I started to feel the blood rushing down my leg. At that point I knew it was a hospital trip.

The doctor got me stitched up. I needed two inner stitches and 13 outer ones.

I got back and went out calling. What [beeep] me off the most is that it ripped my pants. Didnt kill anything, but what a weekend!!!


I didnt think it was bad at first until I started to feel the blood rushing down my leg. At that point I knew it was a hospital trip.

The doctor got me stitched up. I needed two inner stitches and 13 outer ones.

I got back and went out calling. What [beeep] me off the most is that it ripped my pants. Didnt kill anything, but what a weekend!!!

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