Daninvan
ArboristSite Operative
Typical winter's day in Vancouver, about 5 degrees C, low clouds, intermittent drizzle, with a bonus of an atypical east wind to keep fingers and noses cold.
Arranged to do some milling with several friends, but it was one of those days where the wood did not work out, even though we were willing and the saws were working well.
Puzzled over this knobby old growth red cedar stump remnant for a while. Took off a sample piece, it was deeply fissured and stained. We decided it would be a lot of work for probably not very much wood, so left it.
Next we turned our attention to a large maple cookie. It was badly stained/spalted, but we suspected there was quilting in the narrow band of sapwood. We freehanded off a couple chunks for my buddy the turner, but despite the rather excellent quilting, there was too much staining to make much more than a teacup or similar.
A third maple crotch log turned out to be badly rotted, we had to give up it as well. So at the end of a couple hours of chainsawing, one of the guys went home with one half-spherical burl about 7" across and the rest of us got nothing.
"The worst day milling at the beach is better than the best day working in the office" or something like that!
I hope to be back at it again next week, only problem is that I am running out of space to store slabs!
Arranged to do some milling with several friends, but it was one of those days where the wood did not work out, even though we were willing and the saws were working well.
Puzzled over this knobby old growth red cedar stump remnant for a while. Took off a sample piece, it was deeply fissured and stained. We decided it would be a lot of work for probably not very much wood, so left it.
Next we turned our attention to a large maple cookie. It was badly stained/spalted, but we suspected there was quilting in the narrow band of sapwood. We freehanded off a couple chunks for my buddy the turner, but despite the rather excellent quilting, there was too much staining to make much more than a teacup or similar.
A third maple crotch log turned out to be badly rotted, we had to give up it as well. So at the end of a couple hours of chainsawing, one of the guys went home with one half-spherical burl about 7" across and the rest of us got nothing.
"The worst day milling at the beach is better than the best day working in the office" or something like that!
I hope to be back at it again next week, only problem is that I am running out of space to store slabs!