SliverPicker
ArboristSite Guru
Knock on wood (as I pound myself on the forehead with my right fist) but other than a 1/2" diameter widow-maker-in-training that about impaled its self in my left shoulder I've never come close to cashing in the chips while felling timber. I once, due to a failed computer, almost went over a 50' cliff in an 8 wheeled Prentice forwarder. I managed to turn the starter which set the emergency brake. I launched myself into the seat and went on instinct. That's the only reason I lived since I was climbing out of the cab at the time. That one still makes me feel faint when I think about it. I was 20 feet from oblivion and gaining speed rapidly. If I could be hypnotized and made to forget that experience I would gladly pay big bucks for that privilege.