Pat was rubbin it in
Okay, so the guy on the left was the lead Bullbuck/safety guy for Columbia Helicopters Inc., the guy in the middle is Pat, and the guy on the right was the Bullbuck on that job. We were working on Dall Island in Southeast Alaska and I was informed that this tree was above me in my strip...Yayeah! The day that I was supposed to kill it (had my 088 with 54" bar and a couple of laser chains primed and ready), and the Bullbuck, and Lead Bullbuck/safety man come out to watch me fall it. Now, Columbia's policy always was to have eye protection on your person; you did not have to wear them unless you were told, so I always kept a pair tucked in my hardhat to comply. Well, when the safety guy sees me not wearing them he tells me I have to...sigh, so I put them on, but they had been tucked away in my hat and were quite caked with dirt; I tried to clean them, not to mention it was rainy(as it is most days in Southeast); put them on and it was like trying see my work while looking through a murky fish tank. Now, the ground on Dall Island is quite treacherous...sometimes deadly, one wrong step and it is a broken bone, or worse. I wore them for a few minutes while clearing out all the snags around this glorious tree, and I tell him about the problem I am having with my glasses, and we started buttin heads, and instead of swallowin my pride when given an ultimatum by him to "wear them or else", I TRAMPED! The little devil in me still wishes I would have just complied right up to the point that the tree was toppling over, then I would have thrown those dirty glasses in the undercut, and then tramped. So...a few days later Pat brings me this picture with a nice little thank you card(and a #### eatin grin on his face).
Although, I was stoked to fall that tree, and I admit, I am hardheaded and prideful sometimes, I am glad that it was my Bro Pat that got it, and not someone else, and I am glad that he teased me about it too
