Behold, I hath done a thing...
My cousin called me yesterday to help him with a fat Ponderosa in a target rich environment. I was supposed to just supply my big boy rigging and run the rope. Turns out the job was for extended family, my cousin's cousin's uncle's widow. Legit, that's how far out on the family tree we we're limb walking. We all know how it goes on family jobs, what shoulda took two hours, ended In the moon light.
Cousin went until he hit the elevation wall, he was up almost 4000ft from home! Short of breath and visibly struggling with muscle cramps and arm fatigue, I offered to spell him out before anything too "Western" happened.
I rigged out the rest of the brush, save a few limbs, lower down to dampen the sway, then I pussed out.
Dead, decaying lightning strike, with ants, plus major wood pecker activity, and a crack wide and deep enough into 18 inch wood to slide two hands into. I made an executive decision...
Cousin has had an hour or so to recover. This is cousin's job. This is on cousin's insurance. Am I on cousin's insurance? Did he think that far ahead? Drop zone is 20x30 ONTO a leech field. Who's better at running rope? Cousin sucks on the ground...
*Brief Unicender fun*
"Alright cousin, send a fatty, I'll run the rope. Enjoy the ride."
His top was fifteen feet. His cut was 16 inches across. Came down gentle as saw dust. There's still some rust on my spurs, but my ground game is on point! Didn't help us go any faster though. Dusk was nearing darkness when the last rope was freed.
I'll go over in a week or so, with my gear, my saw, and my groundie to chunk the stem down. Cousin lives and works in the big city, by comparison I'm quite close. Once our large, preThanksgiving audience realized who I was, and how we're related, I discovered that I didn't bring enough business cards. Hopefully that pans out lol.
Still, got a pretty awesome pic of Bubba rapping out for the night...
