Had a beauty day today finally after two months of rain and misery. Limbed and topped probably 50 or so trees this morning and then skidded about 20 or so. Then I hung one worse than I ever have before. I checked my hinge and gun after I cut myself out and it was pointed to the intended lay. Wind must have really took it I guess. I had to cripple the one it was hung in a bit (from the side opposite where the tree was hung in it) and then fall two others into it to get it out, too wet to get the loader near it and our cat has no cab at all so that’s an even faster way to die with no escape. Apparently when I screw up I can still do a real good job of it. Oh well, if you don’t make mistakes you’ve got nothing to learn from I guess.