I hauled myself up the mast (second trip) today and realized I hadn’t two-blocked my climbing rig. I ended up about 12 inches short of being able to reach the thing I was after. I could haul myself up bodily with my right arm and just touch it with my left hand but not sufficient to remove it. Just after that moment of awareness of failure and before the flush of anger could take me, a flock of geese flew within 10 feet of the mast head! They didn’t see me I guess or just didn’t expect a person to be there… I discovered that their wings make an electric humming noise when they fly. Unless you are right there next to them you would never know.
George
