Non veni pacem mittere, sed gladium.
I have one two-man and three one-man's in the basement. Haven't used any of them for ages.
A good excuse to mess with them: sharpening!
I was introduced to one of these on a small forest fire in Idaho some years back. We were about 7 miles from a road, all downhill. We had a snag that the top had been struck by lightning that measured over 4 feet across at the base and every hour or so, would drop something burning. We radioed in asking for a big saw. This is what they dropped. I learned that they didn't call it a misery whip for nothing.