Nov 7, 2010
Choice: Drop several hundred into the pocket of a tree pro or unleash my inner Paul Bunyan.
The latter, of course. Economics aside, neither the other Paul, my neighbor, nor I concede one damned thing to the woods. If it has leaves we can handle it.
It took an hour to lay her down, also two pickups in 4WD low range, three hundred feet of 5/8 nylon, a 10-inch pulley, plus the usual saws, wedges,and unfortunate language.
The notch and straight cut were in the right places. We had no trouble pulling her on the hinge to get the new center of gravity where we wanted it. Then came the hangups in the high branches of the nearby trees. A few more judicious cuts almost got her falling. This is where the injudicious language came into play, culminated by my stentorian voice at the tree, to Paul in his pickup, "Hit it. Give that *X%$(*&@ all you got."
The 5/8 nylon line instantly became nearer to 3/8. There was a certain amount of noise as Paul revved his half-ton up to 3500 or so and the object tree tore widow makers from its neighbors on its way to the deck.
I'm actually burning some of the small, high branches this morning. I feel quite smug about it all, knowing that success resulted from clever planning, careful selection of equipment, and great finesse of execution. There are those who will sniff about brute force and blind luck. I thumb my nose at them.