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DENVER — Jon Hutt was doing logging work all alone in a remote Colorado forest when his six-ton trailer fell onto his right foot. The pain was excruciating, no one was around to hear his cries for help and he couldn't free himself from the big piece of equipment. So he pulled out his 3-inch pocket knife and cut off his toes to get free. "It hurt so bad," the 61-year-old Hutt said, "I would cut for a while and then I had to rest." Hutt, who runs a crane business and does logging "for fun," had gone into the woods by himself on Aug. 19 to retrieve a pile of fallen aspen trees to cut for winter firewood. A trailer that was attached to his truck slipped and landed on his foot. Hutt said authorities retrieved his severed toes and took them to the hospital, but doctors said the toes couldn't be re-attached because they were too badly mangled. "They told me there was no hope for them. They said there was nothing to attach the toes to," he said. Hutt, who has also worked as a miner, ran a saw mill, built log houses and grew up on a ranch, said his wife met him at the hospital and asked him if he was OK. "There was no crying or whining," he said.
What the hell does this guy mean there was no crying or whining? Bro, you just chopped your toes off, this is the time to cry and whine. Like I get that you're a tough guy, you do logging for "fun" (i.e. you exercise your violent streak on trees instead of people, which we're all thankful for, by the way), but still it's your toes! How could you not have shed even the slightest tear after taking off the baby toe, how?!
You've got no one left to go to the market, no one left to stay home, no one left to get roast beef, and no one left to have none. And when that baby toe went, you gave up on ever having anyone cry "wee, wee, wee," all the way home.
