I was a Lumberjack (or sort off)

I used to work in a saw mill, full of life's best and brightest back in Scotland. None of the older guys in the log cutting area had all their fingers and the younger guys liked to fire air powered nail guns at each other. I lasted four days. Tough working environment. This next little story from just up the road from where I live seems to be something along the same lines.

Not for the squemish male types. Warning! Contains Easter Bunny.