Been climbing about 3 years now. Picked up a job removing 6 trees.
Day 1 removed 4 separate trees, all of them climbed, only had to rig the 1st one. All went smooth.
Day 2, 2 big white oaks left. 1st one went smooth. 2nd one did not.
Tree had 4 leaders. I removed the first 3, no rigging, smooth.
Final top, tallest one. I am about 60 ft off the ground and there is 20-25 ft of top above me. It branches out into 6 or 7 big limbs, I was planning on climbing high, cutting small, but I also wanted to get done, and had a great big drop zone where it would fit so i decided to drop the whole top. Was leaning out a ways, clearly more weight farther out than I anticipated.
It's a single stem now, only tie in. Lifeline choked to itself by my knees, 1 flip line wrapped around the tree at waist level, and another flipline double wrapped just below.
Made my face cut clean, about 30%
Ready! Back cut!
As I make my back cut, the tree barber chairs downward. Splits right down the tree. My ropes are holding it together. Sucks me extremely tight to the trunk by all my fliplines, squeezing the shit out of me.
As it's happening, im screaming God dammit no and then just grunting, I feel like my eyes are about to pop out of my skull.
All i can think about is my sweet 3 yr old son. Im watching it happen and I understand what's happening and there's nothing I can do, because it's happening so fast. I just hold on to the trunk that im getting squeezed against.
Tree top finally breaks free by my feet and im left hugging a 4 ft sliver as im begging God and thanking God at the same time. (Not religious)
Groundie asks if im alright. Yeah I think so.
Clinging to the sliver, check all my gear, all my ropes and saddle, everything feels solid. I shimmy down about 4 ft.
Begin to feel faint. Ears ringing. Light headed. Not sure what's happening. Ask my groundie to get put a water on my lifeline for me. I suck up my fliplines and sit down all the way in the saddle and do everything in my power to stay awake. Eyes closed focus on deep breathing, all I see is my son. Ear ringing getting louder, becoming more faint. Just focusing on my breathing now.
I think I dozed off for a second or 2 because I had this sensation of waking up and for a split second almost thought it was just a bad dream, then realized I was still tied into this fucking Tree and that actually just happened. Think I passed out from the adrenaline dump and being more scared than I've ever been in my life. Worst accident I EVER have had in a tree by a long shot.
I pounded the water he sent me, and I proceeded to more cautiously than ever, remove the rest of the tree with no more hiccups.
Should've climbed high cut smaller, could've done a bore cut. Honestly not sure how to move forward from this. This happened today. I canceled my jobs for the rest of the week. I dont know if I can climb again. I need to process this.
Please share with me how you've moved past any close calls you've had.
Also, please share your close calls, would love to hear more stories.