Do I have balls?

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Tom-The commies ARE trying to take over-stop voting for Donkeys!:p

Most people over the age of twelve are frightened by heights. When we do what frightens them they assume that we are brave. Some of us are fearless-an intelligence problem. Some are adrenaline junkies and ENJOY a tiny taste of fear. Some of us are frightened but do the job anyway.n Ironicly the worst climbers (in terms of performance in the tree)are probably the bravest.:rolleyes:
 
Originally posted by Stumper
Ironicly the worst climbers (in terms of performance in the tree)are probably the bravest.:rolleyes: [/QUOTE

Well, dang! I never knew I was so darned courageous. :p
 
Butch, if you let me get into the equipment, then Ide go up with you, but I wont be slingin any saw around up there, no no.


Neil
 
Originally posted by RockyJSquirrel
I On trees where I have a crappy tie-in or there is evidence of a weak spot somewhere below my tie-in and I let that get in my head, I can look like a fool rookie up there. It all boils down to being able to trust my situation as being safe enough for me to do my job.

I agree with rockys comments ,its all very easy for us guys on healthy trees but a co-dominat with included bark ,big ole stem full of decay then its a a whole differant ball game
 
personally i don't think you need ball's to be a climber you need a brain and a bit of common sense.learn to trust your equipment and yourself and you can't go wrong.i know when to stop.the other climber in our crew sometimes think's i'm mad getting out to some places or cutting a certain piece but i trust in myself and my equipment.in the 2 1/2 years i've worked with him he has improved so much just through watching me and using his brain to adapt it into what he does in a tree but he also knows his limit's and when to stop and rethink to find another solution.
 
This is my out look on this. Yeah all climbers have balls, but it's our job and we do it day in and day out. Clients don't see it every day so just to climb and get around in a tree like we do is amazing to them. It's nice to run into people who realize what we do takes tallent.
BB
 
I did a job for a businessman that has a daily local talk radio show. He freaked watching me trim his two fine live oaks at his residence, and talked about it on his show. So far, two jobs were generated from that bit of free advertising.
When I see him again, I'm gonna tell him to mention Arboristsite.com, just for poops and giggles. And why wouldn't I?
 
Hey Mike, the guy in the BMW probably has high blood pressure, lots of stress, hangs around boring and starchy people and is probably sexualy disfunctional. Not to mention that he's constantly worried about his denero.
So in view of that, I wouldn't trade my little bit for his riches, although I wouldn't mind welding my bank account to his. lol
John

Sentimental Shark

Give me a cabin in the woods
Where not a human soul intrudes;
Where I can sit beside a stream
Beneath a balsam bough and dream,
And every morning see arise
The sun like bird of paradise;
Then go down to the creek and fish
A speckled trout for breakfast dish,
And fry it in an ember fire -
Ah! there's the life of my desire.

Alas! I'm tied to Wall Street where
They reckon me a millionaire,
And sometimes in a day alone
I gain a fortune o'er the 'phone.
Yet I to be a man was made,
And here I ply this sorry trade
Of Company manipulation,
Of selling short and stock inflation:
I whom God meant to rope a steer,
Fate made a Wall Street buccaneer.

Old Time, how I envy you
Who do the things I long to do.
Oh, I would swap you all my riches
To step into your buckskin britches.
Your ragged shirt and rugged health
I'd take in trade for all my wealth.
Then shorn of fortune you would see
How drunk with freedom I would be;
I'd kick so hard, I'd kick so high,
I'd kick the moon clean from the sky.

Aye, gold to me is less than brass,
And jewels mean no more than glass.
My gold is sunshine and my gems
The glint of dew on grassy stems . . .
Yet though I hate my guts its true
Time sorta makes you used to you;
And so I will not gripe too much
Because I have the Midas touch,
But doodle on my swivel chair,
Resigned to be a millionaire.



--- Robert Service
 
Gypo, copying in that poetry is a real Service to us literarily deprived. Thanks!

"There's a dead tree in the back yard, they need someone to risk his life to climb up there and cut it down"

Mike, I think you nailed the main reason many if not most of us got into treework in the beginning. Dumb luck--or just dumb?
 
Originally posted by Mike Maas
Let's be honest with ourselves here.
Nine out of 10 of us do this job because we're to stoopid to do something cool.


Speaking for yourself?

:laugh:

Gypo, wonderful post.
 
Hello Guy and Ntree, glad you like my copy and pasteing of Robert Service stuff. Not being one to like poetry as such, R.W.S. is for the person who hates poetry. I try not to overdo it, but am compelled at times to add it here. I think I have over 500 volumes of books, records and ephamera of his works. Talk about boring! lol.

Anyway, getting back to the ballzy wallzy thing about chopping, climbing, whatever. To the casual observer, even the most uniniciated(sp), seem to know what they are doing. It's mostly about making a dangerous job look safe and fluid. This only comes with experience and the associated close calls and scars.
Anyone having experienced cutting their own flesh with a saw wouldn't trade their scar for anything.
The "balls", comes from a feeling of selfassuredness where everything is thought out and made to happen faster than the fastest computer, however, uploaded as we see fit.
I guess what I am trying to say, is that when mind and body are in complete unison and there is a song in your heart and good thoughts in your head, than a particular spirituality takes over and we can do no wrong. It's a telepathy thing I think, and why wouldn't it be?
John the chainsaw thealogin
 
Hi Butch, I got the bigwood, so it's off to Hell's Half Acre for a few days to make music in the bush. Since it is two hours away I will be camping up there, so I won't be able to grace this wonderful forum with my presence, but promise to take long and exhausting mpeg's and jpeg's, and why wouldn't I? Let's see, what saws do I need? Sure enough, 385 for falling, 088 for bucking and 346 for limbing.
John
 
R.W. Service worked in the Yukon during the wild days. He wasn't a miner. He was an accountant ( Or some such). He lived in town but captured the spirit of the loggers and miners he dealt with.:cool:
 

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