It fell “pretty much straight down”, the way my dad planned it, about 30 seconds after I posed under it in the 3rd picture.
At first it seemed it wasn’t going to go down. My dad said, “Well, we’ll have to yank out a couple more studs.” He walked up to the wall with a sledge hammer to knock a hole in the sheathing, and I carried a chain to hook around a couple more studs.
It wasn’t necessary, though. He raised the sledge hammer in the air, and at the same time we heard some groaning and grumbling sounds from the barn. “Run!” my dad said, and we dropped the hammer and the chain, and ran.
We wouldn’t have really had to run. Notice that the barn still tilted somewhat, as it went down, away from the viewer. My dad had already looked at the way it was leaning — otherwise we would have pulled it down from the other side. The hammer and chain were laying right where we dropped them, not covered at all.
There’s no fvcking way it could have gone exactly straight down, unless all of the studs would have been destroyed at once — instead of pulled out a few at a time, the way we did it.