Clearing hazard trees at Morrow Mountain State Park The first time I tried to start a chainsaw, things didn't go well. My unseasoned arms, too weak to pull the cord properly, dangled uselessly while the sawyer boss looked at me with pity. “Maybe there’s something wrong with your saw—Let me give it a shot?” Naturally, he got it started on the first try. After that, I never wanted more to fade from existence and become one with the trees. Or just spontaneously combust. How can