I had a club member who owned some property on an island off Nova Scotia. He frequently harvested spruce pine burls, and brought them to club meetings for wood swaps. I was the ‘lucky’ one (or so I thought), to get two of them.
The first one I put on the lathe, shaped the outside, going great. It was about 12-14” in diameter, and I was planning on a hollow form, a southwest, similar to a Kevin Jesequel shape; wide and somewhat flat or squished.
About 3” in, I hit a small pitch pocket. Small, in that a little bit flew out of the 2” opening, but not serious enough to need a hazmat suit. I kept going. Halfway in, I hit another pocket, and this one was a motherlode. That pitch went everywhere. My lathe bed, my Jamieson Hollowing setup, including the secondary tool rest, my entire face shield and turning smock AND my shoes. Not just my task lighting at the lathe, but the two 8 foot fluorescent tubes on the ceiling, and a jointer that was about 4 feet away. I took that burl off the lathe, and spent the rest of the day cleaning. Gave away the second one.