Sean, we are talking parallel to each other, I think.
You said that trees suffered from internal stress that was dangerous to the cutter when we took of weight in their crown.
That is what I've been going on about since.
Now you are talking about something entirely different.
The chain below is because a famous ( For being a real he-man) Danish logger arbo, cut a beech and got badly hurt when it split down.
Lost 11 meters of his small intestine.
He managed to frig up 3 times on one job:
He had a thing going , where he'd top out trees in the forest for a fixed ( Way the frig too low) price if the forest district could get 10 trees together.
Went in alone to do a topping job ( Robert, this is mistake #1)
Took a codominant leader out, while being tied in in the " circle of death" ( Robert, this is mistake # 2)
His climbing rope was too short, so he had to clip out and fall 6 meters in order to reach the ground. ( Robert, this is mistake # 3)
Crawled back to his car and drove to the nearest hospital.
This was before the advent of cell phones and easy help.
For some obscure reason, he became a hero in the Danish arbo circle.
Sot of: "Man, he is one tough son of a bitch to survive that."
To me he is a complete idiot, who should have died, had there been any justice.
Interesting sub story:
Last year Richard and I were taking out a really nasty large, Fomes fomentarium infected beech for the State Forestry service.
They wanted ( as always) the stem left for habitat.
Only reason we agreed to do it was a nearby tree to tie into.
We'd set a line in that tree and I was just about to go up, when a speed talking lady and a bunch of young kids ( 20+.........anything below 40 is young to me today) came up.
Turned out to be a class of arborists from the forestry school, on a hazard tree course with Iben Margrethe Thomsen, our foremost expert in wood decaying fungus.
She is in the genius+ class. A most amazing person.
So she asked if they could watch, and we went through a whole spiel about what we did and why.
I was tied in with a cable tie, as breakaway on my lanyard, so I could just drop that nasty top in one and if it went pear shaped, break out and swing away.
I was telling the kids about the circle of death, and one of them said, "That is what got my dad."
Turned out, he was the youngst son of the above mentioned idiot.
I just told him that I knew about his dad's accident and that it had made me appreciate the dangers of splitting trees more.
No reason to tell him, I consider his dad a moron.