Step 1: Call your neighbors who you know have had a tree cut down and ask them who they used.
Step 2: Call that guy. Have him come over and give you a quote.
Step 3: Do some hustling to acquire said money (blog designing is my hustle). Agree on a negotiated price.
Step 4: Make a date and get that guy to that tree down before it falls on your house (or your neighbors as much as you would like that, until you find out you have to cover it because you knew the tree was dead). I digress.
Step 5: Take a lot of pictures. So you can do it next time (yeah, right?)
The guy put on some foot things and a rope around the tree and started climbing up. He wasn’t a small man.
As he climbed, he cut off branches. With a chain saw. That he had hanging from his waist.
And, kept cutting and throwing the branches down. While he climbed, his assistant cleared the branches.
And climbed. (Step 2a. Make sure the guy has insurance…man he’s way up there).
Stop to take a cute picture of your kiddo. Baby. Yes. Baby. Not toddler. She has to be walking first, I think before I can call her a toddler. Notice the breath on the window….she may or may not have been kissing the window.
Holy cow. He’s really high up there. And, fast.
Before I knew it, he lobbed off the top of the tree. If you look closely, you’ll see that it’s two trees with one base. Very odd tree. Very lightning friendly. Just the back one.
Then, I looked out from my “office” window and saw this one falling, and it didn’t bounce. It just stuck there in the ground. I think it was holding on to a last chance at being a living tree. “I’m not going down without a fight!” (They had to knock it down with their tractor-thing).
The next part they hooked up a rope and guided it down. It was pretty cool. He cut a wedge on the side it was falling towards.
Then as he started to cut the opposing side, and the guy with the rope pulled, down the tree came.
With a THUD.
Our whole house shook.
Oddly enough, nobody yelling “timber!” I thought that was a requirement. And, that silly tree was still stuck in the dirt. “Don’t give up on me!”
I skipped taking pictures of the other big parts and went for the big kahouna. The reason we had to have this beast cut down in the first place. They had rigged it up good. With a pulley around one tree and then attached it to the tractor.
And did the same thing with the wedge on one side and the cut on the other side. But this time, they also pulled with the tractor (somebody correct me…what is that thing?).
Again, I heard no yelling of “timber!!!!”
But it came down.
With another thud. And, the guy with the chainsaw, the same one that was up in the tree, is looking like a pretty bad dude right there. “Yeah, I just cut down this tree!”
We ended up leaving part of the stump (like 3 feet) so the girls could use it as a table. But, let’s be honest. They are going to climb up on it and jump off of it. Let’s hope I don’t regret it.
Then, they cleaned it all up and hauled it away.
I think she has “supervisor” written all over her!
*Like I know anything about cutting down trees. Sorry if you came here looking for that. I hope you got a laugh instead.