Thought it would be interesting to hear about your near death experiences. Pick the experience that almost took you, the one that still sends shivers up your spine.
I'll start: Happened last year. A tree company wanted me to remove bees from a tree limb overhanging a powerline approximately 45' above a concrete street.
The bucket I was in was resting against the bottom of the tree limb that housed the bees. I went up once to evaluate the situation and decided I needed more tools for the job, including a chainsaw.
The second trip up, right before starting up the saw, the bucket truck malfunctioned and the bucket I was in was being pushed up against the tree limb (tree was a live oak-they don't give much).
The bucket itself was fiberglass with a thick plastic sleeve inside of that. I could hear the bucket cracking and it began compressing, with me in it, squealing like a stuck pig at the two tree guys below me.
They finally figured out what was going on (mind you all this took place in mere seconds) and were able to hit the controls which broke the bucket loose, popping it downwards, then forward underneath the limb, like a slingshot. I had to duck down into the bucket very quickly to avoid a head on collision with the tree limb.
Some kind of way I managed to get to the ground in one piece, with the bucket literally hanging by a thread.
I firmly believe I was mere seconds from death. If I fell from the bucket onto the powerlines I would have been fried to a crisp, but if I was lucky enough to miss hitting the wires I would have stained the concrete, rather badly.
Would you believe one of the tree guys said "We have another truck we can bring over"
I said ,"No, I don't think so!"
So what's your near death story?
...JP
I'll start: Happened last year. A tree company wanted me to remove bees from a tree limb overhanging a powerline approximately 45' above a concrete street.
The bucket I was in was resting against the bottom of the tree limb that housed the bees. I went up once to evaluate the situation and decided I needed more tools for the job, including a chainsaw.
The second trip up, right before starting up the saw, the bucket truck malfunctioned and the bucket I was in was being pushed up against the tree limb (tree was a live oak-they don't give much).
The bucket itself was fiberglass with a thick plastic sleeve inside of that. I could hear the bucket cracking and it began compressing, with me in it, squealing like a stuck pig at the two tree guys below me.
They finally figured out what was going on (mind you all this took place in mere seconds) and were able to hit the controls which broke the bucket loose, popping it downwards, then forward underneath the limb, like a slingshot. I had to duck down into the bucket very quickly to avoid a head on collision with the tree limb.
Some kind of way I managed to get to the ground in one piece, with the bucket literally hanging by a thread.
I firmly believe I was mere seconds from death. If I fell from the bucket onto the powerlines I would have been fried to a crisp, but if I was lucky enough to miss hitting the wires I would have stained the concrete, rather badly.
Would you believe one of the tree guys said "We have another truck we can bring over"
I said ,"No, I don't think so!"
So what's your near death story?
...JP