Not much of a story Burnham, although it probably was pretty funny to observe. I was on a Hot Shot crew up near Chelan, Washington doing project work. We were making a shaded fuel break where you thin the trees out around a road to make a defensible space. I was using this old beater 064 project saw and had just gassed it up. I had, like so many times before spilled a little gas when filling it from a dolmar. I started the saw and had it propped in front of me tip on the ground as I fitted my gloves back on. Out of the corner of my bug eyes I saw an orange dancing light, looked down and noticed that the saw was on fire where the power head was leaning against my crotch. I tried to pat it our with my leather gloves. That didn't work. I put it on the ground and tried to smother it out with my oil soaked project chaps. Well you know what happened then. The nearest person to me had a very puzzled look on her face, looking at me with a burning saw on the ground and flames coming off of my chaps. Fortunately it was almost fall and the tall grass was wet with dew and I managed to get the saw and myself put out with a lot of very dignified rolling and smothering movements on the ground.