Yup, it was so spontaneous it was hysterical. I just grabbed the trunk at the base, jerked it out and tossed. It was already flying over when the dirt hit me. That was back when we were dealing with CAMP and Ronnie's Raiders right before the ACLU stepped in and started monitoring their behavior! Smoked so much Purple Kush Indica and Afghani Indica, that my poop smelled like skunk! Had a Chinook come up over the ridge that year while I was harvesting, first I heard this ungodly noise, grabbed my hefty bag full of branches and put it behind me and forced my way into a bush, pulled it around me just as it crested the ridge and was right over me. 100-150 feet off the ground. Bay door open and dudes with machine guns looking for someone kinda like me! They just flew right down along the Eel River. Amazingly I didn't soil myself. Outlaws in Babylon we were. Sure ain't like nowadays for the outdoor grower, but I still get frisky when choppers are flying over my house!