My weekend working on home projects went relatively well until later Friday evening. Then things took a dramatic turn for the worse…
I managed to fell the last of the trees on Thursday. I climbed the “Monster” tree on both Wednesday and then again on Thursday intending on doing some cutting. My plan was to take the big tree down in several ten foot sections from in the tree, finally felling the remainder from the ground.
This plan would prevent the tree from destroying the other trees nearby that we weren’t sure we wanted felled, and also ensure that any large section of tree didn’t end up in the road.
However, I couldn’t find a spot in the tree that I was comfortable with on either day. The trouble was that the tree was moving/swaying with just me in it, and I was afraid that if I cut off a sizeable section (like ten feet) of the tree, that the standing section would move quite a bit, with me on it. Also, I didn’t fancy the thought of a ten foot section of 16-18 inch diameter tree hitting me on the way down.
I tried a few different attempts at positioning myself to cut but never made it into my comfort zone.
So after the second climb up the “Monster” on Thursday I resigned myself to cutting the tree down from the ground. I figured my experience with wedges and ropes would help me put the tree where I wanted it, and taking out one of the other trees was infinitely preferable to taking myself out. It was simple math and I was too close to finishing the entire project to opt to do something stupid that I would later regret.
I used one of the temporary lines used for pulling up climbing ropes to pull up my heavy pulling rope and tied it to the tractor some distance away. I made extra sure that the tractor was far enough away so that the tree wouldn’t fall on it when it fell. The way I determined the proper distance was to park the tractor at a point that I was sure was far enough away, then move it another 20 feet further.
Then it was down to sawing. The “Monster” tree was large enough at its base that I didn’t think I could saw it down too low, so I started cutting as high as I deemed safe to minimize the diameter that I would need to saw through.
I made the notch cut carefully based on where I wanted the tree to fall. Then it was on to the backcut.
It seemed like it took forever to saw through the tree. At one point it looked like the tree was going to fall and the saw kerf opened up a bit at the backside and I retreated to the safety zone, but then it stopped moving. I went back and cut some more and it still didn’t budge.
At that point it was clear I needed to help things along, so I hopped on the tractor and drove it forward just a bit. That was all it took, and the “Monster” fell.
And then there were none…
Amazingly the tree landed pretty much right where I wanted it to again; in between two trees!
The next task was to cut the “Monster” into manageable pieces to be moved. This too was no small task, and once I had done that I skidded a few logs using my logging tongs and tractor attachment. But then I got to the sections from closer to the bottom of the tree and discovered that they were too heavy to move.
Since I didn’t want to saw any more that day, I skidded and moved some other logs instead until evening.
On Wednesday night while we were gaming Matt mentioned that he wanted to rent a plane and go flying. He’s flown me over our house several times over the years so that I could take aerial photos of our property, so I told him I was interested in doing that again.
He sent me an email later Thursday telling me he wanted to go flying Friday. I didn’t respond, as I wasn’t sure it would work for me, and I assumed he would get back to me Friday to finalize plans and I could decide then if I could go.
But it didn’t matter as Matt sent another email early Friday advising me that someone else had rented the plane he wanted to fly.
I also discovered Friday morning that I needed to go to the dog grooming shop to update the software. It has a date time-bomb in the program so that if it’s stolen it won’t function past a certain date. Unfortunately I had forgotten that the last date coded was June 1st. But as luck would have it, no one shut down the program after that day, and as long as it’s running the time-bomb won’t go off.
But eventually someone would, so it was a priority to update the program.
After that was done Kim and I went to lunch.
I planned on spending the rest of the afternoon and evening moving logs and wood around the worksite. I had to saw the remnants of the “Monster” tree into smaller sections before skidding them first. Once that was done it was on to dragging them out of the site.
Things were going fairly well except that my homemade tractor canopy kept sagging forward. It’s mounted on the tractor “roll bar”.
You can see how it sits on the roll bar in the following photo.
I built the canopy in 2000 and it’s served me well since then. I added front and rear lights to it to be able to work after dark and in the short days of winter.
I modified it a bit last year to move the lights inside the canopy frame as they kept getting pushed out of alignment by tree branches I brushed into with the canopy as I mowed. I added a metal crosspiece inside the frame to attach the lights to. It also got new metal on the top.
I wasn’t sure why the canopy kept sagging forward, and at one point thought about stopping and looking into the problem, but decided to continue working instead.
That was a big mistake, as not five minutes later instead of simply sagging the canopy fell forward striking me in the forehead rather hard.
I was wearing my climbing helmet and my safety sunglasses and I was unlucky enough to have the canopy hit me in the gap right above the sunglasses and below the helmet. It hurt, but at first I thought I had just been bruised, and after cursing a bit and pushing the canopy back up was ready to head into the house for some ice when I realized I was bleeding.
When I got into the house the look on Kim’s face scared me. I wasn’t bleeding that badly, but it seemed apparent that it didn’t look good.
One look in the mirror showed an inch long cut on my forehead, just above the bridge of my nose. It wasn’t deep or bleeding that much, but it was wide and nasty looking nonetheless.
A trip to the doctor was obviously necessary. Kim drove me up to our clinic in Apple Valley where we first filled out the requisite forms before waiting to see the doctor.
By then it was 6:30 PM or so, and we were a bit scared that we’d get the “B” squad doctors. But as luck would have it, two surgeons were there at that time.
The doctor told us that I would definitely have a scar from the cut. We talked some about options, but stitches were pretty much a requirement.
He gave me seven stitches for the cut, and took his time and did a pretty nice job really.
Except that now I look a bit like I was put together in Dr. Frankenstein’s lab. (To see the gruesome photos click here).
And I get to tell this story over and over to my colleagues at work who are going to ask me what happened to my face…
I’m not looking forward to it.
I was thinking I should invent some fantastic story about how it happened but I can’t come up with anything good.
A look at the tractor canopy (which I removed when I got home) showed that the rear part of the wood frame that fits over the roll bar was broken and allowed the canopy to sag then slip off the roll bar (and onto my face). The split/break wasn’t visible until I got it off the tractor.
I’m going to have to rebuild it, and this time I’ll have to try to make sure the frame doesn’t break again.
The problem of course is that the more sturdy I build it the more weight goes back over my head (and possibly down on it as experience would now have it). It’s ironic that as the tree removal project wraps up that my only injury was from a canopy that had been installed on my tractor for almost 9 years!…
And I’m blaming Matt a bit too (and the guy who actually rented the airplane), just because we didn’t go flying. If I had been flying I might not have gotten around to skidding logs at all.
Of course that’s little consolation, because if I’d just stopped to determine why the canopy was sagging, it probably wouldn’t have hit me in the face…
Filed under: Dog Grooming Business, Home Projects on June 6th, 2009 | 8 Comments »