As exciting as the bear incident was, one of the high points living at the cabin was working deep in the woods. One memory impressed upon my mind was when I had removed a lady's roof in the middle of summer. It had been a warm day, but as evening crept up, the light breeze was refreshing. I had just finished hand-cutting the last of a dormer's rafters, installing as I went.
I had paused and reflected on the beauty of the scene around me. Gosh it was going to be a pretty sunset, I thought. The sea of tree tops swayed in the breeze as I looked down into the valley from this home perched on a hilltop.
That's when I noticed I had miscut a rafter and nailed it in place. Removing it proved difficult. I was about to cut it free with the saw which miscut it to begin with when I decided to lean out and around the gable-end and beat it free, one leg wrapped around the corner post.
When I awoke, I vaguely remembered seeing the 32-oz hammer as it glanced off the offending rafter and met my forehead. It was 18 feet to the downhill side of that home...
Have I mentioned the only wood working tools I have been hurt by are hand tools :lol:
Take care, Mike
who may get some sleep tonight...