The day started out well. One blow down, swung a smaller oak, and pulled a leaned over. First tree went well layed it parallel to the blow down, got that cleaned up and started on the blow down. I had my guy set a four to one on the log and rootwad so I could spin it out of the hole. The dumb mother son of a biscuit didn’t screw the blocks down all the way down on two 5/8” CMI ss got tore up. Anyway I started in on the root wad with the mini then (Kapow!) the main bolt holding the grapple on broke dropping the wad with the grapple still holding firm luckily the hoses didn’t let go. We replaced the bolt maybe 200 hours ago from the original that had nearly 2000 hours on it. Oh well.
Now for the leaner, I had to set a line but I only had a small hole to throw into maybe a foot square. I was a tad rusty so after fifteen throws from this mosquito infested murder hole hell I get the shot. Happy I run the line up only to find the line is hung up in a tight branch union just above the target crotch, pull it out and rethrow. Now sweaty and a pint low I throw and miss to the left, frustrated and missing another half pint possibly dealing with early onset malaria or west Nile disease, maybe Gangi fever I can’t be sure lol. The throw gets stuck like tie it off to the mini and snap that 2.2 Zing-it because that’s your only throw line you have. I walk back to the truck to grab a spare ball but it’s a 12oz and I normally toss a 14. It’s an older ball that has seen many throws and came to me by my old sub who passed away. Tie it on and make the perfect shot in one toss. Run up the line only to find the previous and gone for good stuck ball in the rope bag of the line we just ran up. Miracle or ghosts but it’s a head scratcher as to how it got in the bag.
I'll post more when we are finished. Custy wants more, I want less taken. I'll cash the check and we need the work.
