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Originally Posted by Rexx14
Viva la mulberry tree!!
I drove by the old place a few weeks ago. The bastard covers about half the front yard and hangs about 6 feet over the street. It was planted circa 1960.
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Originally Posted by ChaseNutley26
Not a mulberry tree story, but a tree-cutting-down Keystone Kops-style story:
Friend of mine worked landscaping and his dad had a towering pine tree in his front yard he wanted taken down. Friend enlists my help. I show up and he's climbed up and gotten a rope tied around the middle of the tree. He tells me to hold the rope while he chews up the tree with the chainsaw. When it starts to go, give it a good pull. Sensible creature that I am, I tell him that I don't think that's going to work. First, it's one huge freakin' tree. Second, I don't think the rope's tied up high enough. Third, I ain't no Schwarzenegger.... That tree's gonna fall wherever the **** it wants to fall. He gives me the nah bro, we got this. I shrug -- it's your disco.
He starts hacking as I'm pulling and sure enough the second I feel the tree start to fall I know there's no way it's coming my way. I'm giving it all she's got but soon have to give up lest I get dragged to Timbuktu. Luckily we missed the powerlines, and that car that was coming down the street had enough sense to stop. Could've been a nice disaster.
/csb
I have a tree chopping story too!
I was in Jr High School (13 years old?). We had an evergreen in the middle of the back yard, some sort of cypress I think. It was huge as well, maybe 30 feet high. My dad contracted with me for 15 bucks to chop it down. Although I knew absolutely nothing about being a lumberjack, I think my dad was the dumber party involved.
We had lots of crap in our yard around the tree to be destroyed. By the clock:
2 o'clock-4 o'clock: power and telephone lines
4 o'clock-7 o'clock: house
7 o'clock-10 o'clock: couple old cars
10 o'clock-12 o'clock: some smaller trees
You read it right, the tree has to fall between 12 and 2 o'clock not to destroy something that will piss off my dad. This was long before reality logging shows, so I figured that when I hear it start to crack, I will just push it towards where I want it to land. That much tree probably weighed 2 or 3 tons, lol.
My dad didn't have a chainsaw or axe (thank God) but he lent me his hatchet.
It took me a week of hacking away at the lower branches before I could even chop on the trunk. At first I tried making a cut that would aim it where I wanted, but after awhile the blade was so small I couldn't even chop chips. So I started chopping all the way round. After another couple weeks of chopping I heard a crack as it started to go. At that moment I realized how stupid it was to try to push it. It was like pushing on a building, and it moved too fast. And it fell.... exactly at 1 o'clock. In the exact perfect spot. One of the events in my life that convinced me there is a God watching over idiots with hatchets.