Rich, you could do like I have done...I admitted to myself that I would never fly through the crown of a big oak like Kevin, or even close to as well as many arbs less gifted than he.
But I console myself with the bald fact (I tell myself this repeatedly, hoping it is true

) that Kevin will never spur climb big oldgrowth PNW conifers with near the grace and speed I have. He would pretty quickly learn to pick cones at stupid tiny diameters, but I could beat him there for maybe a few weeks

. I also tell myself that I am most likely better at several other skills required of a backcountry forestry technician than he ever will be

. The fact that he has never needed nor likely wished to have those skills, I tend to ignore

.
I do stumble pretty hard when I try to figure how I could possibly measure against his undeniable genius in conceiving and producing the several completely innovative climbing tools he has brought to our work.
There, I just fail, so tell myself I am not near as great as I like to think I am, and rock some more on the front porch with another small glass of single malt to ease my pain

.
Kevin Bingham is a force of nature. The rest of us are the freaks

.