Got out of the house about 9:00 am this morning. Went to a spot I have been slowly working where some logs were left near the power lines, about a 20 yard hike to the truck so I brought a wheelbarrow. I had to be home for a 10:30 call so I got a partial load, red maple, sugar maple, ash, and cherry, oh and I thought a log might be beech but it turned out to be sycamore. When I was unloading this scrounge I heard a saw running in the neighborhood. I went and found the town cutting, I enquired and was told take it. Turned out to be elm. Oh well. I took it and bucked it to 14” to 16” and noodled/split it into firewood.
Nothing wrong with that. Nice job being Thom on the spot. Making that 261 earn its keep. Happens to me on a regular basis. Something magical about the sound of a chain saw when you're a wood hoarder!
