I was out with my son last evening trimming trees that were damaged by white pine weevils. I used my carryall to take the branches to the burn pile, and I hope I got to them before the weevils left the shoots. As I walked up to one of the last trees, I made a couple of cuts trimming the main leader that was about 10 off the ground. I had to walk somewhat into the tree and lean through the branches to reach that high with the loppers. I tossed a few more shoots over my shoulder, and my son was gathering them. Then I could hear an odd sounding motor in the distance. I stood still as I heard it get louder and louder, and I scanned through the field looking for the ATV that I was sure I was hearing. I asked my son if he could hear it, and he said it sounded like a mini bike as it got louder. Then it really started to rumble more, and finally a couple of hornets attacked my shirt sleeve. "Hornets!" I yelled and we ran from the tree swatting at them until we were far enough away that they gave up chase. Luckily neither one of us were stung. I had dropped the loppers next to the tree when I started swatting so I had to go back to retreive them. After 5 minutes or so, the cloud of hornets around the tree disappeared so I snuck back in close. As I gently reached for the loppers I saw the paper nest, about basketball size, hanging from the lowest branch of the tree. It was dragging on the ground. It had a boot-toe shaped hole punched in the bottom edge. The grass and weeds are several feet tall around the trees and I never saw the nest before. Apparently I had walked up and stuck my foot through the bottom side of it and then stood still, plugging the hole, as I trimmed. The hornets must have been swirling inside and that was the motor sound we had heard. All is well that ends well, but my son will always make fun of my high stepping, arms a flailing, retreat.