Saws, mowers, scythes and axes are my friends, and have never hurt me seriously. Knock on wood.
But my own feet are a other story altogether.
After a sweaty afternoon of splitting wood , my loyal dog Snarls was ready for a trail run. We set out across a vast 1000 acre preserve on a faint trail, after a mile or so a frog-strangling thunderstorm started that made visibility challenging. Heading back to our cabin in a hurry, I slipped on a rock slab and cut my left knee, with patellar tendon almost severed, while getting mud in the wound. Had to limp back home surrounded by lightning strikes.
Reconstructive surgery, 10 days in hospital with staphylococcus infection, almost lost the entire lower leg. About a year later I could play all my sports again.
In brief, i was reminded : the smallest mistake can kill you, on the farm or in the wild.