Any chance of getting footage of those big bums getting caught and flying? I'm a lineman and we work with helicopters a little but mostly the smaller ones, the largest I've worked under was a Blackhawk (the pilot said they could hold 12klbs in good conditions). We used it on the river crossing. I remember walking over there when we got our queue board and noticing how big they were. It would be fun to see something picking a 6.3m long piece of wood that is that big around it.

I remember hiking in the mountains above Bishop in California and stumbled upon a lumber camp. This was in the mid 50's. It was far from civilization in every way. My hiking friends and I camped nearby for two days. They worked with giant axes and two crosscut saws. Back then, it was an untouched forest and the trees were huge. They used Ox crews to drag the timber into the steam-powered sawmill. There were no small timber jacks. They were large, muscular men with hardened muscles and full beards. He's not interested in speaking. They worked between rattles of timber that were a meter long and mixed with the ground cover. But their greatest danger was what they called 'widowmakers', huge dead branches that fell from tall trees and could crush them to death in an instant. At night there was a dilapidated mansion where they ate and drank. Along one wall were empty beer cans stacked six feet high, fifty feet up to the corner wall. The room smelled like greasy food, sweat and beer. Beer wasn't free to them, each can of room-temperature beer was twenty cents from their salary. This was truly a place for burly loners and drunks. There were no male or female cooks in the huge kitchen. I counted fifty timber jacks in the mess hall on our last night. It seemed like a job for x-cons or men who had hit a wall in society and had little chance of coming back across the border. Beer wasn't free to them, each can of room-temperature beer was twenty cents from their salary. This was truly a place for burly loners and drunks. There were no male or female cooks in the huge kitchen. I counted fifty timber jacks in the mess hall on our last night. It seemed like a job for x-cons or men who had hit a wall in society and had little chance of coming back across the border. Beer wasn't free to them, each can of room-temperature beer was twenty cents from their salary. This was truly a place for burly loners and drunks. There were no male or female cooks in the huge kitchen. I counted fifty timber jacks in the mess hall on our last night. It seemed like a job for x-cons or men who had hit a wall in society and had little chance of coming back across the border.