Long time ago, in a forest far away, our thinning crew ran out of SAW GAS. It was doubly bad because our foreman got chewed out that morning for getting us all out to the woods later than the preferred time. I had it easy, I was the greenhorn of the crew. I was not responsible for anything, except screwing up with trees and saw. So, we drove an hour to the unit, and then discovered we had no extra saw gas. We packed gas during the day in plastic antifreeze jugs, (until later when somebody came out from the office and saw us, then we had to pack metal gallon cans around) so we took inventory. We couldn't sneak back to town, not after the chewing out. :bang: The way to the gashouse was in full view of the office. Nothing original done, we just pushed extra hard that day, dumping trees (thinning) as fast as we could to make more trees per gallon. By late morning, we were out. Because we didn't want to sit all crammed together in the rig for the rest of the day, we needed a fire. We built a fire without using gas, we had fusees, (it was late winter)and hid out until time to head in. I seem to remember it being the day Reagan got shot so we listened to that on the radio. We pushed hard the rest of the week to try to make up for the short day. No fun allowed that week, like dumping trees on your partner's gear, or setting stumps/snags on fire.
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