Living for so many years on the cusp of the Beaver river……and collecting all the leftover innertubes……for the best years of our prepubesant life …….I’d say its worth the casualties…..not to be disrespectful to the fallen.

I remember going with my father, Hank, Mr. Yaskovich,Mike Robertson, several other fellows from Teledyne…and the BVAA…with there horrid green jackets…..dad still wears his!!!

The race almost ended before it started with Mr. Yaskovich……with chainsaw in hand…..dynamite in the other …crossing an 100 year old maple that had rested across a narrow of the mighty beaver…..just 500 yards past the Clarksburg Bridge.
A stones through from our old homes Glen. He had easily guided his saw through the 3ft girth of the fallen tree and he ended up on the wrong side of the tree…..down he went into the white water……..for minutes the group couldn’t find him……till he popped up 50 yards down …safe and sound.

He was so pissed……..he lost his chainsaw! let alone almost his life.

The next 1/2 hour was spent with a grappling hook…..I believe is was Bob….from teledyne….or it could have been Mike…..I was just 10 and my memory is already gone for @%#$!

Any how thanks for the memories……

Big hi to Glen and Ned

Hey Glen…..your not invited to my birthday!