Damn this is getting good!
Ok here are a few more.
I was out by myself thinning out a stand of douglas fir. These trees were planted about 10' apart, and there was about 50 of them. The specs were to chip the brush, drop a few logs, and to leave the bottom 20-25' standing as a snag. These trees were only about 40-50' tall. It was windy the whole time, all day I kept saying to my self "If this gets any worse I'm going to call it." It never did.
I got to the topping area, about 4-5" wood, and it was just a wall of green all around me swaying in the wind. I made my notch, and back cut aiming to glance a tree (to get the top to roll down). Just as it started to go over, the wind picked up, and the tree I was aiming for moved. I got it dead center, the hinge never broke, so this 20' top was about 20 degrees from horizontal hung up in the tree in front of me. I cut off every thing I could reach, and used every last bit I had to push, pull, wiggle this top to get it to go and nothing worked. My dumb ass decided to cut the hinge with my handsaw, and the but shot straight back in to my belly. It was directly on top of the spar, pushing me back into my laynard hard. I could breath but not very well, and already tired I couldn't get out of it. The only thing I could do is to reach as far as I could with my 200t and slice it to get it to go. I had a half moon bruise on my belly for about two weeks after that.
The next one was a hemlock full of dwarf mistletoe. I was just removing infected limbs, and had a high tie in. I keep the tail of my laynard knotted with a double overhand. After dicing these witches broom clumps up I would just bomb out the knuckle, which once on the ground were barely liftable. Tied in twice with a snug flipline I let one fly, it zipped down the tail of my flip, the tail did a full turn and hung up on the knot. Pinned so tight I couldn't release the carabiners, and couldn't pull up the tail I had to just cut my tail off with the saw.
In another doug fir, crown cleaning. I had the tip of a green twig go up my nose when turning my head. It was a hot day, and I was sweating all over and kept wiping my face with the backs of my arms.. Focusing on the road overhang I see a couple walking up with a stroller. I recognized them as some friends of my wife walking their son for his nap. I called out to them waving, not understanding the look of horror on their faces. It turned out the twig gave me a bloody nose, and I was bleeding all over my face wiping it up with my forearms...