I have so many confrontations since the very first day I started a saw in a built up area. I used to rack my brains thinking of the perfect reply but these folk are not interested in reason or logic, they just can't walk past and want to have a go.
My first real encounter came when we had a self seeded sycamore growing out a guys basement, this tree was easy 3' wide and about 70' high, tight against a big tenement, garden was about the size of a postage stamp and this new owner had been given permission and told by his insurance company to get it down.
I was a climber for a company, newly started and very excited about everything, we pull up and straight away cars need moved and a site marked out, that's all got nothing to do with me, I hit the ground running, chuck on my gear and happily start free climbing up said scabby maple, aiming for the top, as I pass the 3 rd floor, there's a guy sitting in his pants getting stoned, so I knock his window and say hi! He nearly jumps out his skin, I think it's hilarious and keep on going.
It takes me a few minutes to get an anchor and descend down, 1 of the boys passes me a saw and off we go, my first branch lands lovely slap down beside a car and it's alarm goes off, we think it's funny, next minute the whole close is out, men woman and children and they are going bonkers and have called the cops.
I sneak up a couple of limbs, pull my rope up and just enjoy the show.
There's no mobile phones about as it's 1998 and finally along comes the police.
They are trying to calm the folk down, the groundies are enjoying a fag and some juice and everyone has forgotten about me.
The police are getting no where, residents are going mad and starting to get abussive, then Mr Pant wearing stoner points up at me and starts calling me names, the police burst out laughing saying they didn't even see me, and Mrs Policewoman was very interested in the whole harness get up !
I come down, and start having a go at Pantman as I was younger and not my company I wasn't taking it.
So as I'm walking away, there is a Mark1 fiesta, and I tap the window where a tax disc should be, Mrs Policewoman asks who's car it is, you guessed it, Pantman!!
On the spot fine, lorry called to uplift car, neighbours all run away and leave him, we get a good drop zone!!
Take that Pantman:lol: