Will never forget my father’s last Christmas tree. He didn’t have any small trees left on the land he owned so he chose a 30 foot tree with a nice full top and wanted me to climb up it and chop off the top 8 feet. I looked up and said ‘Dad, how about I buy you one.’ No go with him. He always had a tree from his land and that year was going to be no different. So I strap on a bow saw and tie some rope around me to secure myself to the tree so I could work. Ever try climbing a pine tree? Not fun... not fun at all. I was cursing under my breath the entire time. Finally got to the top and tied myself to the tree. Decided which way was best to cut so it didn’t fall towards me and kill me. Tied a rope to the top and cut away. Once cut I started lowering it. It got about half way down and got stuck. Climbed back down a bit and had a tough time getting it free. Finally after an hour’s work it was down. I was full of sap, had torn clothing, was bleeding, and was shaking from my fear of heights. But my dad had his live tree.