Y'all are some iron headed sum beeches! LOL
Lets clarify some points.
Nobody is saying you can't learn how to be safe and proficient cut'n firewood. I started cutting firewood, and falling trees by myself when I was 10 years old. By the time I was 20, I thought I had it licked and that I was a badass. Then I started logging, and realized I was a cull, and my knowledge base was extremely limited.
Not every dead standing tree is a 'hazard' or 'snag'! Not every blow-down is loaded, waiting to break your legs. Lets call a spade a spade, and admit that most firewood we gather is relatively safe and sound.
The ENTIRE point people were trying to make, is to know your limits!! Don't beaver on a clearly messed up snag, and hope for the best! Trees rarely do more than two things when you don't show them the proper amount of respect. . . They either hurt you really bad, or they kill you.
Second chances are pretty rare in the woods, whether you're firewood cutting or working as a professional. The minute you think you're a "pro", and that you've arrived -- a tree will humble your butt -- and not in a good way.
A steel working buddy of mine almost died in 2012. He and a friend were out cutting firewood, and Sam (My buddy) was on the road -- while his bud went up the cut-slope to fall a very large Larch snag. When Larch die, the bark slips, and they can make a run down a slope till it hits the bottom.
This Larch was about 4' on the butt and 130' tall. They're like the sharpened point of a pencil, and usually lose all their limbs.
So being 500 yards away, Sam thought he was more than clear of any danger. When that tree hit the ground, it ran down the slope like a freight train. They can do it relatively quietly too, and Sam was unknowingly right in the cross-hairs. By the time he knew he was in the path of a runaway tree, it planted itself 8' deep into the hard road surface, broke off, and hit him in the face.
They figure it tossed him 50+ feet over the bank. Sam's pard had no idea anything had happened and took his time coming down the hill. When he got to the road he saw what the tree had done, and called out for Sam, with no answer. He panicked and ran to the truck -- finding Sam inside passed out. His face was bloody, and now there was a tree in the road to cut away before they could rush him to the hospital. They were 70 miles from town, and no way to get help, besides helping themselves.
Sam doesn't remember how he got in the truck. He has no recollection of crawling up the hill, and portions of the drive into town aren't there. He is absolutely lucky that tree didn't rip his head from his shoulders.
The damage? Fractured jaw, fractured skull, soft tissue damage, lacerations, and obvious brain trauma/swelling. The doctor said the X-ray of his skull looked like someone had cracked a hard boiled egg (there were so many micro fractures). He said he not only should NOT have lived through it, but he should be brain dead and in a coma.
So we can measure weenies, and puff chests -- but in the end -- knowing your limitations will save your butt. Having real life experience to know what a tree might do in a certain situation, is irreplaceable. It can't be made up by ego, or fearlessness, or carelessness.
Good luck fellas -- keep yer heads on a swivel!