Ben was the primary ax man with his little hatchet and our piddly little hand saw, freakishly strong hands, and protective goggles. (Fine tools for cutting down several thick oak limbs, don't you think?) I was the helper and only got to have protective goggles. My main job was holding onto the end of the limb Ben was cutting and simultaneously lifting it up and pulling it down and to the side to the ground as Ben sawed through it (trying not to smash it on top of Ben or the truck.)
We were very, very careful and we drank plenty of water to stay hydrated, and ended up with a nice pile of smoking wood for another brisket. I told Ben it felt like the beginnings of a home video where someone was about to come inches from certain death, but we both made it through the experience with only a few scratches (and it's really a miracle that only one of those scratches on Ben's forehead came from the saw...I couldn't help that he raised up as I was lowering it! Oops!) And I'm happy to report neither of us fell off of anything and the truck is no worse for wear either.
The tree is really two trees that grew up so close together that they now share one base trunk and the limb that goes out to the right is really one of the massive trunks. It's really bizarre...and it was starting to lose a few limbs sue to rotting from the inside out, so we are happy to have helped put them out of their misery.
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