No, I was just thinking about female breasts right at that moment.
That's the strategy, aloft, newguy. You're either about to do a redirect, a re-route or cut of some sort of cut. Think to yourself, "
Breasts".
Amidst this soothing thought, go ahead and
apply
a second,
independent
source
of
attachment
to
the
tree.
Like the old saying goes, Think boobs, do
aasisoattt.
But amidst the professional tree climbing community, we all have a social, subconscious understanding of these silent, breasulatory moments while in the tree because deep down, we ALL want to go home safely
every night to a cozy pair.
If you are not thinking about golden hooters while in the tree, you are less likely to flipline in. That's just all there is to it.
This is the original rendering of the legend of TITS on tree jobsites, and how mammarys help keep us safe while in the tree.
Sorry. I digress.
Ok, back to caribiners
