Ladies and Gentlemen. I'd like you to meet Forthman Murff. The following is taken from MentalFloss.com, and it's a crazy story.

Forthman Murff was a lifelong lumberjack who claimed he was personally responsible for cutting down 1,900 acres of timber. In May of 1984, at the age of 74, Murff was cutting down a tree by himself near his home in Gattman, Mississippi, when a branch fell from 80 feet up and hit him in the shoulder. The blow knocked him into a 10-foot ditch. Soon another branch fell and broke his left leg and foot. Murff was briefly knocked unconscious and when he woke up, he could hear and feel his still-running chainsaw burrowing straight across his neck. The saw had torn through his windpipe, esophagus and jugular veins, meaning his head was held on by the spine, carotid arteries and the skin on the back of his neck. It’s safe to say that most people would have simply died right there. But Murff decided the best course of action was to stand up. “I saw a stream of blood about the size of my little finger. It wasn’t coming in spurts, so I thought I might have a chance.”

Now standing on a broken leg and foot, blood began to pour into his lungs. Somehow, Murff had the will and forethought to periodically bend down and let the blood drain from the gash in his neck to keep himself from drowning. Stopping occasionally to drain his lungs, he hobbled to his truck 150 feet away, then drove a half-mile to a neighbor’s house. A friend took Murff to a small-town hospital 17 miles away, but doctors quickly realized they couldn’t handle such a severe trauma case. So they stabilized Murff as best they could before transferring him—by ambulance—to a larger hospital 30 miles away. Once there, he was immediately rushed into surgery to, quite literally, reattach his head.

Miraculously, Murff survived and lived a perfectly normal life, dying in 2003 at the ripe old age of 92. Even after the accident, he still cut down the occasional tree. When interviewed about the accident in 1994, Murff said he planned to live out the rest of his days concentrating on the three things he loved most: music, Jesus Christ, and chainsaws. You have to wonder if maybe he should have just stuck with those first two.

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Jesus Christ indeed......

I'm surprised no one else has commented yet!

How was his chainsaw still running? It takes a lot of pressure to keep the operator button down. If he was unconscious, his body would have relaxed.

Amazing that guy was even able to get himself up and drive!

How was his chainsaw still running? It takes a lot of pressure to keep the operator button down. If he was unconscious, his body would have relaxed.

Well it was 25 years ago, so maybe he just had an old chainsaw without that kind of safety feature? So maybe it was on (but not revved) when it was laying against his neck.

Pretty crazy story.

Maybe. I guess the other bit I find hard to believe, is that he didn't bleed to death. His Carotid arteries would have been severed. Just having one opened up is enough to kill you.

Sorry. Just don't believe it the way it was written. This guy stopped every few minutes, to bend over and let blood flow out? Then he casually drove to a neighbors house? All while his head is held on with no muscle. Just spine and some back meat? lol

He would have been passing out from blood loss. I doubt he'd be able to walk, let alone drive himself anywhere.

Honestly, I think this story was embellished. I don't doubt he suffered something fierce. Just that all these events happened like it was explained.

It said his arteries weren't severed. It is plausible and a one in a million chance, true enough, but it is still plausible.

So it cut around his neck, and didn't sever either of the Carotids? I'd say that's more than a one in a million chance.

i find it hard to beleive.

I don't see what the big deal is, I've done it twice.

Well you know them lumberjacks and their tall tales