Chainsaws at a great height...
Bad idea. Nuff said.
When my wounds heal, I'm going back to the low(er) tech method of tree killing. (albiet, a loose cap and some spilled gasoline from altitude gave me an idea).
Saw. The long orange thingy with the saw on the end. Tree's goin' down. So's part of the deck, but collateral damage has its acceptance in times of war.
I figure it best to wait and do the deed when nobody else is home. No sense in startling someone's reverie with the reverberation(s) of 4700 lbs of wet oak hitting:
1. the ground
2. the deck
3. me
4. all of the above
besides, it'd be rude to add to the body count so late in the season.
I also don't think I could handle one more person telling me to: "be careful, yawwp, tree killin's danger'us. Yawwp".
Dangerous? I'm sprung 40 feet in the air, lasso'd to an already cracked branch by an 1/8 inch of made in China cord, holding a 17ft orange pike, with a bladed hook AND a serrated saw on the end, whilst partially holstered from the right hip, secured none too firmly with a length of the same cord, is MuCulloch's 5hp 30cc 22in 'TimberLand Edition' Chainsaw, running at idle, noxious fumes wafting in my head, causing my already suspect sense of balance to be 'tempered' by hydrocarbon narcosis....when I see a squirrel running towards me from the outer length of the branch. I know even in my drug/monoxided mind that a squirrel is just another RODENT, brother (sans beadiness) of the fucking RAT, so I get an incredibly stupid idea. I am afterall, strapped in at altitude in his territory, with a running, fully fueled chainsaw on my hip.
What could possibly be dangerous?
Yeah Billie Rae, I'll be careful.
"Yawwwp"
For all the drama, at least Jill had the common sense to survey the scene and decide to go shopping.
When my wounds heal, I'm going back to the low(er) tech method of tree killing. (albiet, a loose cap and some spilled gasoline from altitude gave me an idea).
Saw. The long orange thingy with the saw on the end. Tree's goin' down. So's part of the deck, but collateral damage has its acceptance in times of war.
I figure it best to wait and do the deed when nobody else is home. No sense in startling someone's reverie with the reverberation(s) of 4700 lbs of wet oak hitting:
1. the ground
2. the deck
3. me
4. all of the above
besides, it'd be rude to add to the body count so late in the season.
I also don't think I could handle one more person telling me to: "be careful, yawwp, tree killin's danger'us. Yawwp".
Dangerous? I'm sprung 40 feet in the air, lasso'd to an already cracked branch by an 1/8 inch of made in China cord, holding a 17ft orange pike, with a bladed hook AND a serrated saw on the end, whilst partially holstered from the right hip, secured none too firmly with a length of the same cord, is MuCulloch's 5hp 30cc 22in 'TimberLand Edition' Chainsaw, running at idle, noxious fumes wafting in my head, causing my already suspect sense of balance to be 'tempered' by hydrocarbon narcosis....when I see a squirrel running towards me from the outer length of the branch. I know even in my drug/monoxided mind that a squirrel is just another RODENT, brother (sans beadiness) of the fucking RAT, so I get an incredibly stupid idea. I am afterall, strapped in at altitude in his territory, with a running, fully fueled chainsaw on my hip.
What could possibly be dangerous?
Yeah Billie Rae, I'll be careful.
"Yawwwp"
For all the drama, at least Jill had the common sense to survey the scene and decide to go shopping.
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