Last year, same time, same bat channel, my husband and I were driving back to Steamboat on along the Elk. All of a sudden we were trashed by unknown forces. I looked out the rearview and saw a tree bounce off the top of our truck. I figured a tree had just fallen in the woods, for no reason, and if I didn't hear it, I felt it. We have an F150 with a topper. Our kayaks were on top of the topper. The boats saved the truck and perhaps us. The rack was busted and our boats were dinged, but no real damage.
Anyway, in a matter of about 15 seconds we realized it wasn't a freak of nature, as Andy Wirth stepped out of the forest, chainsaw in hand. Of course he was freaking out as he realized he had just dropped a tree on us. I hate to think if it was a split second earlier. Hard to believe a grown man, who lives so close to nature, (ROFLMAO), could be so stupid as to not have a spotter next to the road like that. He told us he had never cut a tree before. NO SHIT!
After we all calmed down, he offered us free lift tickets for a day. Of course we took him up on it. Unfortunately we trusted the little ___ and we never got our tickets. I was never going to tell anyone out of courtesy, but when I saw that he was a part of that Seedhouse group and the fact that he never owned up, I changed my mind.
Lets just say he was pretty humbled and at our mercy that day. Too bad we're just two nice, boater types, who float by his house, (which is on the other side of the road) and occasionally touch his rocks. Oh, wait, he doesn't have any rocks or he'd be boating too!
That's the story,