While I was grinding a hunter, my partner in crime was making sanding sticks out of planer blades. I could hear him banging and getting pissed. So as I was snickering at him I pulled the blade back from the grinder to check the grind line then a loud bang. I thought he shot me with 22 bird shot for laughing at him. He had the planner blade in the vice and was trying to snap off 6 inch long pieces by smashing it with a large hammer. The broken piece flew 10 feet and smacked me in the upper thigh leaving a large welt. Now Gary runs from the shop because he relizes stupid tricks and dosen't want anything throwen at him.
I guess the shocking thing is not so bad. :grumpy:
I guess the shocking thing is not so bad. :grumpy: