Szajer
alive with pleasure
I've only had two.
One, a 48" x 140' red oak that was completely rotted from the root flare to the 15' sweet spot. My boss asked "for the first time," if I wanted to do it. I immediately said no F-ing way. So he gets saddled up and begins his ascent with spurs. Each step up the wood would crumble away like he was spiking into fried chicken. Once he got up, he tied in nearly 50' below the crown on a 9" limb and around the main, that's how compromised this tree was. Cut and drop, that's it— everything went well.
The second one was a giant leaning oak with poison ivy the entire length of the tree. It was growing like a bush, branching out over 4' from the vine in every direction. There was no avoiding it-- and I'm terribly allergic to it.
So my dickhead boss told me to "head on up," as he would say and I said to get bent. He knows how bad I get the rash, I've even missed some work in the past because of it. But he was committed to pushing thru regardless. After arguing about not wanting to, he gears up and begrudgingly makes his ascent, ripping angrily at the forest of poison ivy and throwing down the pieces.
Anyway, I still got it and bad too. He had just a small amount of it between his fingers while I was covered in it from dragging it away and chipping it. He just didn't have the reaction to it that I do.
So I still lost...
One, a 48" x 140' red oak that was completely rotted from the root flare to the 15' sweet spot. My boss asked "for the first time," if I wanted to do it. I immediately said no F-ing way. So he gets saddled up and begins his ascent with spurs. Each step up the wood would crumble away like he was spiking into fried chicken. Once he got up, he tied in nearly 50' below the crown on a 9" limb and around the main, that's how compromised this tree was. Cut and drop, that's it— everything went well.
The second one was a giant leaning oak with poison ivy the entire length of the tree. It was growing like a bush, branching out over 4' from the vine in every direction. There was no avoiding it-- and I'm terribly allergic to it.
So my dickhead boss told me to "head on up," as he would say and I said to get bent. He knows how bad I get the rash, I've even missed some work in the past because of it. But he was committed to pushing thru regardless. After arguing about not wanting to, he gears up and begrudgingly makes his ascent, ripping angrily at the forest of poison ivy and throwing down the pieces.
Anyway, I still got it and bad too. He had just a small amount of it between his fingers while I was covered in it from dragging it away and chipping it. He just didn't have the reaction to it that I do.
So I still lost...