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People still don't trust me with an axe

You make ONE mistake when chopping down a tree...

By D-DonohoePublished 5 months ago 5 min read
There is a right way and a VERT wrong way to chop down a tree... I found that out!

I was at my friend’s place a few weeks back giving them a hand with a few things. They had a tree that needed to be cut down and I headed over to grab the axe. I’ve never seen them move so fast in my life, they got to the axe before me and said, “Ah, I think after what happened before, maybe I’ll do the chopping”.

So let me set the record straight, “what happened before” is an incident from nearly 25 years ago. I didn’t go on an axe-wielding spree or anything like that. In fact, I was merely chopping down another tree and it didn’t exactly go to plan.

So, let me elaborate…

In my early 20s, I was a police officer stationed in a small regional town. They had barracks accommodation for unmarried officers which was basically just an old house next to the police station. Rent was next to nothing and because there was one spotlight that illuminated the driveway to the watchhouse, the police force had to pick up the tab for our electricity. It was a good time living there with three other single police officers.

Outside our kitchen window, however, there was a tall tree, the genus of which I have no idea. I had no issue with the tree other than the fact that it blocked the sun coming in during winter, in autumn the leaves filled the gutters, and during the summer there was a constant risk that it would come down in a cyclone smashing our accommodation.

One night, we had one of many barracks parties. I drank a fair bit and at some point, in the night we were throwing a tomahawk at a target because that is sensible drunken behaviour. When we finished this without injury we went to walk back inside, I passed the tree and struck it with the tomahawk. It stuck in it, and I thought I will leave it there until tomorrow.

The next morning, slightly hungover and on a day off I decided I would do something useful. When I walked outside, I saw the tomahawk still in the tree and decided it was time for the tree to come down.

I went to the hardware store to buy a full-size axe (later I discovered that the next-door neighbour had a chainsaw that he would have willingly lent to me). Fully embracing my lumber jack purchase I returned to the barracks to survey how I would bring down this tree. I had been a boy scout, I held an undergraduate degree as an engineer, I could use an axe and I could work this out.

I calculated that chopping the tree at this certain spot would ensure that it did not land on the barracks, on the satellite dish in the backyard connected to the cable TV, on the three cars parked in the yard, or on the power lines that ran near the barracks. This tree was coming down in that spot where I allowed 1 degree of variance on either side.

I started chopping. Turns out I had underestimated the strength of the timber that had held up this tree its entire life. It was hard going, but fortunately, I was young and fit. What I was not, however, was a hard man. After an hour or two, blisters began to form on my hands, and then as I continued the hands would get a little bit bloody.

During the day, my fellow housemates would wander past and have a talk. Curious to know what I was doing and seeking reassurance that I wouldn’t leave them homeless or damage their cars. I clearly came off as confident because they accepted my reassurances without question and went on their way.

It was mid-afternoon and I had been swinging that axe for some hours now. Then I swung, it hit, and I heard the creak of this mighty oak (NOTE: I doubt it was an oak) start to move. I ran to the spot that I calculated would be the opposite of where it would fall.

Then I realised it was moving in a different direction.

I can still see it falling through the air, in slow motion. I watched, I stopped breathing, the leaves and branches taunting me as they tumbled to the ground…

Slicing through the powerline on its way down.

I stood there for a second, with the words “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” on repeat in my head. The Detective Sergeant’s office was less than 50 feet from where I stood, I knew that he’d know what to do. I dropped the axe and ran. I burst into his office and yelled, “I need your help”.

He looked up from his desk, surveying me for what felt like a minute but, was only a few seconds before he spoke. “Let me see”, he started, “You’ve been swinging an axe, your hands are covered in blood, and you race in here asking for my help. Whatever you say next is not going to be good”. In response, I blurted out, “I’ve taken down the powerline”.

Laugher filled the room, but I wasn’t in the mood for it. My tone changed from worried to angry and I yelled, “What the fuck do I do?” He gave me clear and direct instructions which I needed. I was to call the electricity company and he would tell the officer in charge of the station (I was never his favourite, and this certainly wasn’t going to change that).

Within fifteen minutes the power company was there, they thought it was hilarious as well. They had power reconnected within an hour. The boss of the station didn’t really go to town on me, we had discussed getting that tree cut down, so I saved some money for the station.

In the end, I was left with a reputation for someone not to be trusted with an axe, oh and a $3,000 bill from the power company.

I hope you enjoyed this tale. It is sadly, true.

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  • Amy Hall4 months ago

    Loved and subscribed! Can't wait to read more of your work! Consider having a look at mine and if you like it, please subscribe... there's a lot to come! I look forward to seeing more of your work!

  • Heh - no one trusts me with darts either - after I put one into mum's foot when I was trying to copy my dad's throwing technique as a little kid.... she was behind me :)

  • Joe Young5 months ago

    I was intrigued, and a little amused, by the title of this piece when I came across it a few days ago - and so today I hunted it down. It didn't disappoint.

  • Jamil Jatt5 months ago

    Its a good story

  • Congratulations on your Top Story! I was right there with you saying, “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” 🤣 Thankfully, everything was okay in the end

  • Chezney Martin5 months ago

    Appreciate the honest sharing - I think we've all been there, just maybe not with an axe and power-line. Great writing!

  • Natalie Wilkinson5 months ago

    Maybe not with an axe then...

  • Jonathan Townend5 months ago

    Ooops is all I can say! Great read. Sorry that it didn't quite go to plan🤣! You gave me one hell of a laugh though today. Thank you.

  • Mariann Carroll5 months ago

    Wow, unforgettable story for sure. 😸

  • Kat Thorne5 months ago

    Lmao, that was hilarious!

  • Kelly Sibley 5 months ago

    OMG, that was funny!

  • Cathy holmes5 months ago

    Lol. I don't think I'd trust you after that either. To be fair though, I'd be just as clueless.

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