You might be a tree climber if...

You have a strong desire to own a Rope Wrench, a Hitch Hiker, a Rope Runner, a Bulldog Bone and an Akimbo, even though you can only use one or two of them at the same time.
 
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That's the look I get when listening to some old woman explain everything that has ever ached. And all of her late husbands doctors appointments and surgeries.
 
How about when you stand in line at the store, or the bank and someone sniffs the air and looks around and says, "What's that smell?" In which case you worked in either fir, pine or Eucalyptus that day. The aromatic ones.
 
When they say, you smell like you've been cutting trees, I wonder is that "yum, Christmas" or "Christmas is sweaty and has BO".
 
You're the only one in the truck that winces at butchered tree cuts, as you size up a risky one over a passing roof.
You get home to clean up, and pull a wad of keys,coins, carabiners and saw dust from pocket and place on sink
Take off one of your treehouse tshirt collection
You work to peel off soaked jeans; throw them in the corner, then shower
You go to the store and still a clump of sawdust is in your wallet
You come home and your jeans are standing upright stiff in the corner, streaked with so much salt stains looks like a bleach spill
The answering machine has 2 gears, both scary: either no calls or too many wanting the impossible done,preferably yesterday if you weren't busy
You have Gerry's 7' @ 150' poster on wall to keep you humble in case you ever think YOU are even starting to get close to good!
>>that then becomes a place you have any trainee stand if/when they start to get the same affliction..
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In high school torn 'rips' on palms were a sign of high bar or rings gymnast, from wounds from frictional rotation while holding on for your life (and street cred)
>>some called me 'hamburger hands' cuz stayed with it year round, even helping coach with summer 'camps' for lil'kids to have rites to use equipment.
Quickly learned when little rubbery kid falls sideways, to act like is all part of the fun and they'd do it again energetically!
>>but they would always check your face first to make sure you had no fear/all was well; cuz if you flinched, they'd start crying..
 
How about when you stand in line at the store, or the bank and someone sniffs the air and looks around and says, "What's that smell?" In which case you worked in either fir, pine or Eucalyptus that day. The aromatic ones.

Don't forget to add cottonwood to that list. Then it becomes "What the hell is that smell!".
 
You laugh at bungee straps and run a clinic on knots and hitches when transporting an old barbecue to the dump.
 
You go around admiring wood grain.

You talk about figure, and its wood, not flesh.

You notice how overloaded trucks are.

You are hypervigilant about safety, but do things most people in the world never would, because its too dangerous.
 
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