Much tried - he really did - to untwist himself, and managed to free him arm only enough to relieve Will of his elbow and give him the pit instead. It wasn't hot out, but tramping woodsman on a road trip still smelled like tramping woodsman on a road trip.
The shock had knocked the wind out of him though, and the adrenaline of being yanked into the air had one effect on him - once he started laughing, he found it hard to stop. "Our nutter!" he cackled too hard to try and right himself. "Guys! Guys! We're in a net!"