Birdhunter1
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I am in the process of cleaning up my woodland from a storm about 3 years ago. It is quite thrashed, two weeks ago I dropped about a 20" dbh straight as an arrow Sycamore right where I wanted it but it was across my little access road to this area. No big deal as it's been to wet to get my tractor in there anyway, today I decided I'd buck it into two (two 17' logs) and roll it out of the way. The entire log sat across two knolls so it was a pretty easy cut to not hit the dirt. Anyway when I cut through it I turned to walk away and it slowly rolled up behind me, knocked my right leg out from under me and I basically sat down on the log when this happened. Long story short I ended up my right foot on its side with a 15" end of a 17' log on top of my right foot, my left butt cheek and thigh on the log and my right shoulder against a tree. I was literally caught, trapped, pinned you name it.
Grab the phone, call my dad who lives 1/4 mile away and gave him the old 'whatcha up to' 'nothing' 'hey were you gonna come back and help a bit' 'yeah sooner or later' 'well how bout sooner' I did tell him I was pinned but not injured.
The short of it, dad showed up in about 5 minutes, laughed (and keep in mind my dad and I are best friends), said 'I guess right now it'd be prtty easy for me to have the upper hand in a fight again wouldn't it? Remember when you said I'd better be nice because someday you'll pick my nursing home? How about that $20 you owe me? What was that comment last week about my age and the age of dirt?' All this while sitting 5' away on the other log drinking coffee and puffing on a smoke.
I said 'Ok my wallet is in the truck, I will take this into account when the day comes I have to miserably pick a nursing home for you (he's only 65), I love you so much you would always have the upper hand in a fight, and only the dirt under my fingernails and in my ears might be younger than you. By the way did you bring me a cup of coffee?'
The cant hook on the four wheeler a mere 10' away and he rolled it off. I limped for a bit and went back to work, of course now it is swelled a bit and sore, I probably won't be doing my routine 3 mile runs for a few days but I'll survive.
So the moral of this story are two fold. #1 When working alone keep a phone or some form of communication ON YOU, and #2 the person you insult/play a joke on/pick on today might just have to get you out of a pickle tomorrow.
Hope yall enjoyed this one and had a good laugh.
Grab the phone, call my dad who lives 1/4 mile away and gave him the old 'whatcha up to' 'nothing' 'hey were you gonna come back and help a bit' 'yeah sooner or later' 'well how bout sooner' I did tell him I was pinned but not injured.
The short of it, dad showed up in about 5 minutes, laughed (and keep in mind my dad and I are best friends), said 'I guess right now it'd be prtty easy for me to have the upper hand in a fight again wouldn't it? Remember when you said I'd better be nice because someday you'll pick my nursing home? How about that $20 you owe me? What was that comment last week about my age and the age of dirt?' All this while sitting 5' away on the other log drinking coffee and puffing on a smoke.
I said 'Ok my wallet is in the truck, I will take this into account when the day comes I have to miserably pick a nursing home for you (he's only 65), I love you so much you would always have the upper hand in a fight, and only the dirt under my fingernails and in my ears might be younger than you. By the way did you bring me a cup of coffee?'
The cant hook on the four wheeler a mere 10' away and he rolled it off. I limped for a bit and went back to work, of course now it is swelled a bit and sore, I probably won't be doing my routine 3 mile runs for a few days but I'll survive.
So the moral of this story are two fold. #1 When working alone keep a phone or some form of communication ON YOU, and #2 the person you insult/play a joke on/pick on today might just have to get you out of a pickle tomorrow.
Hope yall enjoyed this one and had a good laugh.
