O.k. We had this big, old tree right off our deck. It was sick. I had tried a couple things to try to nurse it back to health, but to no avail. It had to come down. After a couple bids of around $700, Brant took it upon himself to cut it down. I was a nervous wreck. Besides killing my husband, the tree, if landing any direction but the one it did, could have wiped out 1.) our house, 2.) our neighbor's house, 3.) our shed, 4.) our propane tank. Awesome odds. But Brant did great. The only damage was to an old split rail fence by the woods, and he had that fixed within the day.
The kids loved "climbing" this huge tree. They spent hours out there, until the tree diminished and their play space grew uncomfortably close to the chainsaw. I'm glad he cut it down, because once we got a view of its innards, it was short to this world. The entire middle was a soft, rotten mush.
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