I had the day (and tonight) off, so I spent most of the day cutting about all I could from the oak, maple, and whatever other tree was at this score. The landowner had the day, and came out and swung the maul. When I finished cutting I swung the x27 for a bit. Between the two of us, we filled the trailer almost full. Im up to a cord and 2/3 pulled out. I reckon there's a cord or two left. My neighbor is very social. We have some common career history. And have had relational issues with the females of our kind. He's a few years older than I, and had some wisdom to share. I'm greatful for exercise, wood, his wisdom, and help splitting. It is a thing to work and sweat alongside other men. But all the cutting is done for what I'm going to take. Only splitting remains. If theres time, I'll cut some of the bigger crotches so he can move them later. My goal is to be outta there by this next weekend, before heading to Ohio for a few days.
I seperated the biggest of the stem rounds, but havent split them yet. About 30" off the ground, it was 3 stains, not just 1. I cant imagine...other than fence....what would have been there. I cantnwait to split those rounds and find out!
Hit the score hard today....9 hrs. I have maybe a cord to pull out tomorrow around the raindrops. Da boss even bought me pizza....and dog ate the crusts. Its gonna rain tomorrow, so I split and noodled like a crazed wood hoarder. Funny enough.... The iron deposits were nails, about 4' off the ground. I cut a cookie and then a slot in the stump.
NINE HOURS! Holy crap. Good on you. This old man woulda lasted half that. That "door stop" looks mightly familiar.
I figured the doorstop was a good size reference. I used it a few times there bucking that 48" trunk. We did some bull-schteining, it wasn't 9 hours of straight work. But I haven't been this physically tired/fatigued in a long time.
That was pure blessing. There was no way to know where those buggers were.. It is a 100 year old tree, and the nail heads were at the 60yo ring.
Well, this score ended yesterday. I pulled 2.33 cord of rather vinegary smelling red oak. The landowner has someone who will take crotches, if he fails, I'll go over and run the saw through some of them.. Good job, cool neighbor.
Nice. One time I got an unpleasant smell from RO. Base was hollow and there was significant decay. It was around this decay that the stink stunk.
Stank is when it stinks in the past. If the stink stinks, that is a different word....like stench. A friend, a pulpwood cutter, called it p1$$ oak when ya cut the tree open and you get that cavity of nasty smelling water.
