Bret4207
At the casting bench in the sky. RIP Bret.
Ladders and scaffolding, everyone must ave a story. I was maybe 18 yoa and working for a camp 14 miles down a dirt road. Really rich people with names like DuPont owned camps there, or what they called camps. Looked more like rustic mansions to me. If there is an actual tiger rug in the house from back when you were an Ambassador to "Inja", it's not a camp! Anyway, the caretakers home was a 3 story affair on a side hill. The chimney needed cleaning, so we go the barn and get a 3 section wooden extension ladder. Allegedly a 50 plus footer IIRC. I don't have any idea how old it was, but it was probably WW2 era or before. And it was loooooooong even before you extended it. We get it up against the house and then I find out I'm supposed to be the ladder climber! I wasn't afraid of heights, but the fall was a concern. Up I go and I get all the way to the 3rd section when it lets go! Not sure how far down I slid, but it definitely got my attn. Got down, extended the ladder again, made sure it was locked this time and up I went. Sheesh! Parris Island was lots less intimidating than that ladder.
Was helping a friend roof his mothers house. My first time on scaffolding. Not real high, maybe 20 feet. I get to a new section and start nailing on strapping and that's when I found the hornets nest. They seemed a bit put out with the noise and general commotion and decided my face was a good target. Like Fiver says, a claw hammer is a poor tool for fighting off hornets. The other 2 guys working with me tell me I did a few 360's and 180's while swinging wildly with the hammer. One claims I was pretty much walking on air a time or two. I don't recall exactly how I got down to ground level but I know I didn't fall. Levitation perhaps? More likely I scrambled down the side if the scaffolding, but I don't know for sure. I do know those stupid bugs chased me, and me alone, a good 150 feet before they got tired of their fun. The other guys got rid of the hornets and we went back to roofing.
We kept bees for a few years, until they decided we were lousy beekeepers and took off for parts unknown. Our first hives were populated by bees that could have been on a kids Care Bear type cartoon. You could pretty much work around them without a headnet or smoker any time. The next year we get a couple more hives and the Bees From Hell. These bees not only required a headnet and smoker, they required a whole bee jacket, gloves, duct tape on your pants legs, etc. You walk within 20 feet of the hive and you got hit. Trying to get them food in spring and fall was horrible. Some bees just don't care that you are trying to keep them alive! It was a glad day when they swarmed and took off.
Was helping a friend roof his mothers house. My first time on scaffolding. Not real high, maybe 20 feet. I get to a new section and start nailing on strapping and that's when I found the hornets nest. They seemed a bit put out with the noise and general commotion and decided my face was a good target. Like Fiver says, a claw hammer is a poor tool for fighting off hornets. The other 2 guys working with me tell me I did a few 360's and 180's while swinging wildly with the hammer. One claims I was pretty much walking on air a time or two. I don't recall exactly how I got down to ground level but I know I didn't fall. Levitation perhaps? More likely I scrambled down the side if the scaffolding, but I don't know for sure. I do know those stupid bugs chased me, and me alone, a good 150 feet before they got tired of their fun. The other guys got rid of the hornets and we went back to roofing.
We kept bees for a few years, until they decided we were lousy beekeepers and took off for parts unknown. Our first hives were populated by bees that could have been on a kids Care Bear type cartoon. You could pretty much work around them without a headnet or smoker any time. The next year we get a couple more hives and the Bees From Hell. These bees not only required a headnet and smoker, they required a whole bee jacket, gloves, duct tape on your pants legs, etc. You walk within 20 feet of the hive and you got hit. Trying to get them food in spring and fall was horrible. Some bees just don't care that you are trying to keep them alive! It was a glad day when they swarmed and took off.