I'm a lumberjack!

[paul wheaton]

In my younger days, wood showed up in blocks that I was required to split into something that would fit into the woodstove.
Over the last couple of years, I learned a bit about chainsaws and happened across an excellent supply of logs already on the ground, limbed and dry. So I used the chainsaw to cut the logs into blocks and then split them like when I was a kid.
I had used the chainsaw to cut down some small trees or take off some limbs here and there. Nothing significant.
Yesterday was the first time I fell a tree that could kill me. It was a dead snag that needed to be converted into firewood. It was leaning in such a way that it would want to fall in a swamp far from the truck. I managed to cut it so that it fell where I wanted it to fall. I was surprised at how easy it was.
That's all. Just wanted to share. Sorry about the lack of Monty Python references.

[Jason Menard]

He's a lumberjack and he's okay.
He works all night and he sleeps all day.

[HS Thomas]

On sharing , one from the Perl Monks ,from the 'Throat warbler mangrove'.
#!/usr/bin/perl
package I;
sub m {print "I'm $_[0]\n";}
sub AUTOLOAD {print "$AUTOLOAD $_[0]\n";}
1;
package He;
sub s {print "He's $_[0]\n";}
sub AUTOLOAD {print "$AUTOLOAD $_[0]\n";}
1;
package main;
sub AUTOLOAD {our $AUTOLOAD=~s/main::/�/;print "and $AUTOLOAD $_[0]\n";}
sub Wednesday {print "On Wednesdays ";}
I'm("a lumberjack") && I'm("OK");
I::sleep("all night") && I::work("all day");
I::chop("down trees"),I::eat("my lunch");
I::go("to the lavatree");
if (Wednesday()) {I::go("shopping") && have("buttered scones for tea");}
He's("a lumberjack") && He's("OK");
He::sleeps("all night") && He::works("all day");
He::chops("down trees"),He::eats("hi�s lunch");
He::goes("to the lavatree");
if (Wednesday()) {He::goes("shopping"�) && has("buttered scones for tea");}
regards

[Timothy Chen Allen]

Originally posted by Paul Wheaton:

Yesterday was the first time I fell a tree that could kill me.

Don't sell yourself short, Paul. All trees can kill you-- just ask Euell Gibbons.
I remember with some satisfaction building the first few layers of a log cabin when I was a kid, circa 12 years old. I did it with my own bare hands and a single-headed axe. I remember the smell and feel of the pine sap in my hands and my clothes.
I learned to chew tobacco out there, and eventually my trips out into the woods to work on the cabin turned into an opportunity to sit on the logs and dip snuff. When I was thirteen I invited over my friends and we camped out in the first few layers of the log cabin, drinking beer and smoking cigars.
I never did finish the log cabin, and one year when I went home to visit my folks, I tried to find it. It was gone. My father had cut it up for firewood.
When I'm stressed out now, I think about sitting on those logs with the axe in my hands, watching the squirrels run around in the trees above me.

[Donald R. Cossitt]

Don't sell yourself short, Paul. All trees can kill you-- just ask Euell Gibbons

Paul: I fell timber for a living for twenty years. Trees from 8" DBH (Diameter Breast High) to 9' on the stump; from 20' tall to 200' tall. I can tell you the worst hurts I ever had were from limbs and 'pecker poles'! There was never more satisfaction in the work than 'pulling' a 'leaner' in a totally different direction than it wanted to go. GOOD FOR YOU! Believe me, not everyone can do it!

[Bert Bates]

Just imagine how much fun it is to be a beaver!

[HS Thomas]

Beaver fun :

            
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[ November 11, 2003: Message edited by: HS Thomas ]