He put on his saddle, set his climbing line pretty close to the rigging line already up there, but higher. He had a 10 oz Harrison Rocket for a throwbag. He let the eyed end hang just above the ground, and inserted the other part through the GriGri. "This way if I get into trouble, someone can easily lower me down." He was climbing SRT on 11 mm Velocity and brought up with him a shorter section of 11 mm Fly. "Control line." he said. "For controlling the limb?" I asked. "No. For controlling me."
He got up there, set the second climbing line and got clipped into both lines. "Double SRT technique", he said, smiling. "Could you knock on the door? The client and his 8 year-old son are going to want to see this." He then proceeded to limbwalk about 3/4 of the way out, chokered the limb with the stable braid. Then he took a tenex sling, did a 4-turn prussik onto the lowering line and clipped it to the limb further upstream. "Spider." he said.
The Father and kid came out. He told them what he had just done, what he was going to do , and what was going to happen. "Eight ball in the side pocket." he smiled. The limb was horizontal, extending over top of the house within an arm's reach of the top peak of the 2nd story roof. I'm going to do another slice cut here, only this one will be from a horizontal perspective." He explained to Dad and son, "Because of the angle of the lowering line, when the limb releases it'll shoot underneath me, and to the left." "If something goes wrong, the roof takes it on the chin." He chuckled and fired up his saw.
Cutting diagonally, from the bottom, upward, he stopped 3/4 of the way through and shut off the saw. "Any further, the saw would have pinched." He pulled out his Silky to finish the cut, cutting from the top, down. "I watch the tips of the limb, and listen for the fibers starting to tear. I love the moments right before the limb lets loose. I try to bring it right to the edge, then revel in the moment. This is where you're in the crucible. This is where I feel most alive." He was pulling his Silky, ever so carefully, watching, listening, then he stopped. "Last minute triple check for safety.... OK, all systems go. You all ready?"
With one swift pull of the Silky Saw the limb released, shot left and below him, completely missed the roof and came to rest horizontally in mid-air. "WooHoo! I don't normally do this", he said, "but I just feel like dancin". While keeping the limb suspended, Solo Cat rappelled from the two climbing lines, landing like a butterfly on the suspended limb. More for his own entertainment than anybody's, I think, he did a little tap dance on the limb, fourty feet up. Then he lowered himself down and sat on the limb. "What do I do now? I'm stuck. I'm skeered." The all of a sudden he dropped the limb down about a meter while maintaining the same, exact sitting position, then he busted out laughing. Loweing himself to where he was again standing on the limb he said, " OK, NOW it gets tricky. I have to control all three ropes with just two hands." and he did. Both he and the limb descended in unison. "Aerial limb surfing, woo hoo!" all the way to the ground, nice, slow, completely in control. Just before touchdown he said to the client and son, sternly, "Do not try this at home. These are professionals. Not recommended for kids 8 years and younger".
What a knucklehead. To think he was getting paid for that.