We came up to the lake house this morning, by way of Weight Watchers, Walmart, and Hearth and Home. We had a couple of rather inactive hours and then J decided to tell me he was planning to take down 1/2 a tree. Well, he didn't tell me, really. I heard a familiar rattle and looked out the window only to see the ladder leaning against a tree.
After 1/2 an hour of me complaining, begging, crying, he won. "Fine. Cut the tree down if you're convinced it won't hit our house, our neighbor's house or you!" I wasn't real enthusiastic about this project.
So here's photographic record that he got the tree down. Of course, it wasn't easy...
First he ties a rope above the place where he's going to cut so I can pull the tree in the direction we want it to fall, which is away from the houses. I was supposed to duck behind another tree to make sure I wasn't hurt once we heard the ominous CRACK that meant it was on its way down.
We heard a small crack so he scampered down the ladder and ran over to me to take the rope and pull. "HEAVE! HO!" And the tree didn't come down.
And that happened several times. He'd cut more, he'd hear a cracking sound (he was up close and personal with the tree when he was on the ladder) so he'd quick come down off the ladder, run over and take the rope from me and try pulling. To no avail. That tree wasn't going anywhere!
He finally decided it wasn't coming down because it was caught in the twin tree next to it. I wasn't that convinced that was the reason; the weight of the part he was cutting down should have been enough to make it fall...
So after some serious contemplation...
He decided to cut the tree lower to the ground, make that bottom piece fall in the opposite direction from where he wanted the top piece to fall, and he started cutting... And it worked.
That was one LOUD CRACK and he ran for cover on the other side of the tree trunk, away from the falling trunkS and the falling ladder and the falling SawzAll blade that was stuck in the trunk of the tree 25' above our heads!