Had a call from a forwarder operator today.
He had got himself stuck on a steep slope, with no way out but down.
That meant he couldn't reach the last 15 spruce in the stand.
So I headed off to the woods to help him out.
My favourite situation in fact.
Old time logger with his trusty saw helps the fancy new machine out ( Pretty fancy in fact, biggets model Ponsse makes).
In order for him to be able to reach him, I had to put the trees down as close to the harvester as possible.
One had so much back lean, I didn't even try to wedge it up, but felled it sideways to the lean and let a whizzy pull it closer to the machine as it fell, being ready to nip the hinge if it got too close.
It hit about 9 feet from the divers cabin.
Afterwards I said to him, that he didn't look to worried about that big stick crashing next to him.
Nope, he said, I've known you for a long time.
Finest compliment I've had for quite a a while
We have indeed known each other since the tail end of the 70es when we logged together.
Then he evolved into harvesters and I stuck to hand falling.