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We had some pretty good winds last night in the So Cal Inland Empire, and I saw a pathetic sight on a run to my local Target this morning. A tree, which looked to be some species of Oak, had split off a good chunk and some poor landscaping guy was taking it down with a machete.
He was halfway through a 7-ish" trunk, and that machete was ringing like a bell with each strike, not removing any more wood at all. Even worse, he had to take the trunk so low that he was sitting while swinging. I told him I wished that I had an axe in my car I could loan him, and he just nodded.
I was having a bad morning, (ironically) making arrangements to take my neighbor to civil court for trimming and killing one of my trees. But no matter how bad my day was--or gets--nobody has made me chop down a tree with a machete. Give me an axe and a stone and point me at any tree, but that looked like absolute misery.
He was halfway through a 7-ish" trunk, and that machete was ringing like a bell with each strike, not removing any more wood at all. Even worse, he had to take the trunk so low that he was sitting while swinging. I told him I wished that I had an axe in my car I could loan him, and he just nodded.
I was having a bad morning, (ironically) making arrangements to take my neighbor to civil court for trimming and killing one of my trees. But no matter how bad my day was--or gets--nobody has made me chop down a tree with a machete. Give me an axe and a stone and point me at any tree, but that looked like absolute misery.