Ok from the title I have to ask....Do you wish you were a girlie just like your dear ma ma?:rofl:
Sounds like a Leaping Rune Tree from Nigeria... those things can be dangerous.There was a video on one of those video shows of a guy getting whacked pretty good by the spring back when the top snapped off.
Learned my tree falling in the Bow River district of the Medicine Bow national forest. (Snowy Range)In my youth, I have cut so many trees, I lost track.
For the most part, they fell where I wanted them to go. Trimming the tops always scared the @#$$ out of me but I did it.
When I was ready to cut the tree, the escape route was always marked. I never stood around near the tree to watch it go (I was afraid of kick-back), always from a distance.
One thing about cutting trees, things can get out of control really quick. In this instance the best thing to do is "RUN"!!!!
They called that TSI. If you were lucky enough to get to use a chain saw, you were blessed. We had to use a tool called a sandvick and silversol. The sandvick was a handle with a U shaped holder on the end. The holder held a 4 inch really sharp blade. You could cut up to 2.5 to 3 inch trees with one swipe. Anything bigger and you pealed the bark with one cut and then squirted it with silversol. THAT was one hell of a poison. Swinging that sandvick eight hours was backbreaking. I learned to sleep real hard and fast at night after those days.One of the worst jobs I ever had was thinning young pine in the Black Hills National Forest, around 1983. Paid per acre, we had to cut unmarked young pine, trunks from 1 inch up to about 4 inches, off at the ground. My freakin', aching back! Plus, ground work always dulls the chain quickly, so I'd go through 4 or 5 chains a day, then spend half the evening sharpening them for the next day. I DID get good with a rat-tail file though!