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In 1975 I did a stealth climb on a date palm in order to steal some dates. Slipped and impaled myself on one of those thorns. Still have the scar on my left biceps today. Dates were good, though.

I figured it was something like that.

Interesting how we never see things the same way. As in NEVER. Yet I bet we'd get on real well if we ever met over a beer. Internet dialoge sure can screw things up.

We do. Compared to the dangers of logging, those thorns don't count for much IMO.

What is hazardous about thorns? Uncomfortable as hell, sure. But hazardous?

There comes a point where apprentices are just raring to get a chance to climb and show they can do the job. Some years ago, my partner, richard, was taking some trees down, just drop and fall stuff, with the apprentice. He had been going at Richard all day about getting to do one, so finally...

When I saw the thread title, Honey locust immediately came to mind. One of my least fond memories is taking one of the biggest Honey locusts in the country down. It was covered in Ivy and had to be climbed down. Took a while before I had healed up afterwards:lol: