As a newbie sawyer, I was cutting invasive salt-cedar/ tamarisk, dropping it wherever. The tree had a definite lean over a little creek. Somehow I got my bar partway through the hinge, from a bad cutting position. When the tree tipped, it levered the bar down over the edge of the stump, powerhead and me up, wanting to pull us both into the creek, but just barely help up.
That was the one creek running through Mesquite, NV, in the Mohave desert,as best I recall... the only water of any size in the area, 99.99% dry land.
Now I am just under a creek, time to time, it seems.