BarG
Founding Member
I WISH I could do that, I don't want to have to cut any more than I need these days . I got 2 that are problematic too close for how they are leaning . May ask a friend to help. 2 heads are better than 1 if you're unsure sometimes.Husky makes some damn good saws too. Always has. If you go up in the mountains where the big boys are working timber sales all you will see are Huskies and Stihls.
My Dad taught me how to fall trees. He could put a stick or rock where he was going to land a tree and drop it right on top of it almost every time. Didn't take long before I was almost as good as he was. Back in the 80's times were tough and jobs were scarce so we cut firewood and sold it. We had an old International truck with a hoist that could haul 4 cords. We would head off to the hills early in the morning and get home after dark with it fully loaded with wood that was split and ready to deliver the next day. We did 3 loads a week in summers for a couple of years. Most days went well enough but there were others that you were just glad to have lived to make it home. Sometimes we would hit a tree that was rotten in the center and it would barber chair or twist the wrong way and send you running for your life. Or a cable or hook would snap pulling some huge log out of the woods. Didn't take long to learn to stand way back when pulling big logs. A snapped cable can cut you in half like a weed wacker string cuts grass. It was some of the hardest work I ever did in my life. I would be dead tired at the end of the day and I couldn't wait to get out of those logging boots and chaps. Didn't seem like it at the time, but looking back now those were some of the best days of my life cutting wood with my Pa.
Years later we had to go haul some stuff back into town for a relative who lived up north a few miles from one of our favorite wood cutting spots. So we took his truck and mine so we could get a load of wood too. We found a really nice Tamarack that filled my truck to the top of the racks. Pa was pushing 70 then and that ended up being the last tree we ever cut together. A few years ago I went back to that spot and found the stump from that tree. It was half rotten by then but still there. I sat there for a long time just looking over the mountains where we spent so much of our time working our asses off together. Very bitter sweet day.