Ive got TWO broken limbs hanging 50 feet up 100 foot tall maples. The aftermath of this past late winter storm. The broken branches are about the size of my calf. Hundreds of pounds just held by a split or two. Every time the wind blows I look up with hope that one or the other might have come down. Not yet though. I am getting to feel it's going to take another heavy wet/icey snow storm to bring them down.
In the meanwhile, I look up and hurry past whenever I need to be out in that part of the yard.
I've quit mowing there. It's so shady, grass doesn't really grow, weeds and moss mostly, not worth the risk.
Sending good vibes to the injured fellow!
Widowmakers.... Labels don't get applied for no good reason.