I followed Bob back there with the lopping shears - I wanted to take dead wood off of the bottom of the pine trees so that you can walk without being impaled. I reached up with the loppers like always - and my shoulder stabbed me. Hard. That's how I tore it up - remember Snowmaggedeon of 2011? Well, during the cleanup portion Bob ran the chain saw, and I cut up the brush. Using exactly the motion that just REALLY hurt. Over and over and over again. Often overhead. I'm entirely certain how I did this.
Crap. But at least I know.