Interesting thread @Bagheera
In WA and NT, the Widow Maker was the eucalyptus tree. I forget which species or varieties were the worst but holy heck you could just see death around the corner if you opened your eyes and looked up.
Often times we’d arrive in some remote patch of nowhere and scout around for a nice flat spot and note the huge fat boughs just split straight off the trunk, lying flat on the ground. Only once did we have one drop a fat bough within earshot. No wind whatsoever, no warning, no nothing. Just CRASH!
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