Good thing I haven't mastered new pics yet. First week of October is our annual fishing tournament in NC. Last year while we were fishing, my room mates tenant, he has two rentals, sent a pic of a big Red Oak snapped off about 50 feet up. The day we got home I helped him clean up the mess. Since then I've taken about 7 cords of standing dead Oak from that rental. Two days ago I decided to take down the 50' stub. No problem, open field to drop it in. Put tag line on just for insurance. Bucked up 30, 18" blocks before I got to the jagged stuff where it broke off. Had a couple rows loaded on the floor of my trailer when my buddy showed up and finished loading with his loader. Then he pointed out two little dead Oaks so we got them too. Had the trailer pretty squashed, a tad over a cord. So far great day. Had one small yard to mow yesterday afternoon so I started splitting the wood in the morning. I had to unload and split all of the small stuff by hand because my battery was dead on the dump. Everything still going great. Battery charged up, dumped wood, went and mowed lawn. Every thing still going great. Got home and started splitting the bigger wood. When it got too heavy to lift, I noodled a block in half for the first step, and stood a block on end for the second step, and was flipping the bigger rounds up on the tray. I had about 6 rounds left that I wasn't going to try to flip up. Was just going to noodle them. So I get the last round up, and let it roll over and smash my right finger of fate, flat as a pancake. I grabbed my hanky and wrapped it up, jumped up and down, and yelled SOB,SOB,SOB, three times, didn't help. The splitter was still running so I tried to finish that last round. By the time I got finished yelling SOB, my hanky was soaked and blood was running down my arm and leg, so I went and got a beer. Had to finish this morning. My finger looks like it was smacked with a 5 pound no bounce hammer. Whole nail is gone, but it doesn't hurt unless I bump it. We are leaving at 3 AM Saturday for the fishing tournament. At least it wasn't my trigger finger, Joe.