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Do not read this post. If you decide to ignore my advice, please have your wife lock that chainsaw up.

Oh, I don't know. Depends on who or what he's going to use it on...

My wife takes the keys to the shed with the chain saw to work with her in case I get agitated reading something stupid like this article.

Years ago during one of our drought years, we had a pine beetle infection of about 1/3 to half of our non native Pine trees on the back of our 1 plus acre.

After getting outrageous quotes from the enviral approved tree druids, I went out and bought a commercial chainsaw.
I took a vacation day off from work during a nice spring day. Before I finished cutting the first dead tree down, the original property owner had showed up and was whining about me destroying the earth's gifts. I told him to get lost and fired up the chainsaw, and he left.

A few minutes later he was back down with our Nazy Nanny Rat Enviralist neighbors. This woman tries to stop all building except for the poor in our community. She was screaming at me.

I went inside and called up the city fire marshall. In about 10 minutes he showed up. I showed him the dead pine trees on the west side our property that would be a real fire hazard before our upcoming long, dry and hot summer was over.

He wrote me a fixit ticket that required that I cut all of the dead trees, trim the brush limbs and have the trees hauled away unless I cut them up for firewood before the weekend was over.

He then told my enviralist neighbors to get off of my property before he called the cops to have them arrested of impeding the removal of fire hazards.

I restarted my commercial chainsaw and started toward the tree the two trespassing druids where standing by.
The whining Druid neighbors scurried away. The dead trees came down, and they became cut fire wood, and the limbs became tinder material. The other trees are still alive and doing great.

The fire marshall came by the next week to note that I had fixed and removed the fire hazard. I thanked him for his help, and he grinned and said anytime.

All this tree talk makes my chainsaw trigger finger itchy. Woe the owls!