I started as a ground-man on a truck. The bucket guy was trimming close to the truck and I was headed to one of the tool box doors on the side. I stopped short and looked up, to make sure I was safe.
Right then he cut the power line and it swung down BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
hit the chipper and blew the line. If it had hit me it would have blown my head off.
I freakin hated working on a truck as a ground man. When they needed climbers, I jumped at the chance. I was a natural. They nicknamed me fire-starter because I would light up brush piles to stave off the cold Maine winter. We’d march in through two feet of snow at 7 am carrying our gear. As soon as we got some limbs down I’d make a pile and light it up.
They had me train new guys and that was terrifying. Some folks are just not cut out for that.