Last week I jump cut a 14 inch dying red oak limb on my dads farm in arkansas. I struggled to do it with my bity baby red max and used his wood shark poulan to dice it up. I sliced off a collar over a dead stub and from the exposed void about 2 fingers worth, unfolded and flew away.... a bat. I bet he tells stories to the grandkids about the day the apocalypse came...
Once before, I climbed past a hollow and heard a scary hiss... It was 3 huge juvenile owls. I fought a duel with a snake in a tree armed with a partner mini-p.... Black gooed a coral snake in a live oak in Baratarria Jean Lafitte National Historical Park (I wonder if those huge live oaks survived Katrina) That came out of a hollow. We raise squirrels, several a year from nests...
We were in Texas and got a coon that fell in a sweetgum thrown.
Im a second generation tree man. My father found a hand forged tool along the Mississippi at the Lepersarium that was dated to the Spaniard explorers.
We were in Mississippi at Myrtle Grove plantation removing water oaks that had grown up in the wrought iron decorative fence around the grave yard. It had headstones worth $100,000.00 in it. After felling, finding a hollow, we slabbed just outside the fence and cut in to form a "potty" chair. One could see the fence imbedded in the inside wall. I dropped my drawers, and took a photo appropriately seated to down load my troubles, reading Alex Shigo's book, Touching Trees. He really enjoyed the photo.