I'm a bit leery. My husband bought me a small brush cutter that you swing like a golf club. I am the most uncoordinated person on the planet (chew gum and walk at the same time...? Forget it). I took it out, one whack, hit myself in the ankle, nicked a nerve, foot went numb, ankle swelled up like a balloon.... The golf club cutter rusts quietly in the shed.
