Starting early...
Well, I started climbing before the brain can remember; age 3-1/2. I do remember getting my shoes stuck in the mud by the creek I wasn't supposed to be by, but have no recollection of being up 20 feet in a tree. My old man's answer to my Mom was, "He got up there, he's goiung to have to get down!"
I am really, really trying hard to keep my mouth shut when my wife and I go for a walk. OnSunday, I only mentioned wanting to climb this certain white oak once. Wow, did I impress myself!
Usually when driving, it is a constant, "Hey! - Hey, watch it!" - as I venture on to the shoulder or margin.
What is probably keeping people wondering is my constant chatter to myself about how I am going to approach this tree or, this first, that second. I tell my wife that no one is up there to talk to, so I talk to myself to see if the idea feels right.
Now, there is this beautiful bur oak on the edge of town with an abnoxious buckthorn stem underneath it that just needs to be cut... I've wanted to stop and remove it many times, but I just haven't worked up the nerve yet - I am not sure who owns the property, or I would have contacted them by now.
It has got to be an illness. Today, as I am driving through the countryside, I even notice trees way out there along fencelines and think, "Those would look a lot better if they were cleaned up a bit..." and then I come to my senses and realize they are fine just the way they are!