As so often happens with my firewood harvesting, a recent felling effort turned into a “situation,” dangerous and frustrating at the time, but not without its humorous aspects after the fact.
The birch grew at an angle over a steep slope on the homestead. Its bole rose about 15 feet or so, then split into two main branches, both of which have entangled in surrounding trees. I knew it would likely hang up if I tried to fell it. I decided to get up into the crotch and cut off the main branches, then fell the remaining stump. Continue reading