Drive fast in reverse... stop fast. Problem solved.inevitabLEE said:I dread draggin my butt up into the truck to get those last chunks at the end of the day!
I always just reached over the sides and scratched up the paint with the metal buttons on my Carhartts.
I used to move logs around with a pickaroon at a paper mill. We had a blacksmith that made the heads for them. So many guys would stick their shins or feet with them that they outlawed them and forced us to use long pike poles instead. If they just had longer handles on the pickaroons, workers wouldn't have stuck themselves. The pike poles didn't grip as well and when they slipped out, it could throw you off balance. I broke my big toe when my pike pole let go and I lost my balance causing me to stub my toe.