Well, since I am they. I go to work in the morning with plan A. I see if the phone is lit up, what with the market so bad, it usually isn't. Then I check the e-mail and delete a lot of junk. Sometimes I don't check the e-mail cuz I want to stay in a good mood. Then I find out that I need to do Plan B so I have to wait, and wait, for the Plan B co-worker to show up. But, if I can escape, I climb into my was brand new pickup that the FS gets a bulk price for so it might look like $50,000 but actually cost $18,000. I escape to the woods and I drive and follow the snow line. I cut out the blowdown. I don't change toilet paper, it looks kind of gross anyway cuz it's been rolling around on the pickup floor for a while.
A woodcutter pulls up, and begins to tell me exactly how screwed up the government is and how he could fix it all, and by the way, can I mark that off the road 300 feet old growth DF that is located in LSR (owl) territory? He really needs the wood, he's retired and on a fixed income. I've seen him hauling load after load to his house, and he isn't starving and should have his limit of wood. His pickup probably did cost $50,000. (see, I make assumptions too.) I get to control my emotions and calmly explain the rules of woodcutting, which he darn well knows already. Then he will reply with more of the same criticism. I will point out that the large hemlock blocking the road is legal to cut and much easier than rasselling the DF chunks down/up the hill, but he doesn't want hemlock or anything smaller than 48" diameter. So he drives off and I proceed to clear the road.
The day continues. When I'm too tired to safely run the saw, I might go see how much repair is going to be needed on another road--it might get hauled on this year, might not. I have to figure out whether to get the engineers involved--that makes for more complications. I avoid the office, bad things happen there. If it is a drier day, I'll wander through the Fell and Buck that got left in a hurry when the market collapsed and has just shown up out of the snow. I'll notice things to bring to the attention of the loggers, like longbutting for a pitch ring a couple inches in diameter, or note those 5 gallon buckets of some kind of petroleum product left behind along with some used filters. When I come back in and the phone is lit up, I shudder.
Right now, I'm doing plan B. Laying out timber sale units. And although I'd like to wander about with a full coffee cup in one hand, phone in the other, post holing through the snow makes that a little bit treacherous. Yup, I'm happily skipping and hopping through the snow, which ranges from bareness to waist deep, thinking of more conspiracies to foist on the unsuspecting public.
They don't let us carry guns so I can't disarm everybody, and I'm near sighted and getting hard of hearing and so I can't spy and eavesdrop. So, my plans for controlling the world must be put on hold. Sorry about that.....
A woodcutter pulls up, and begins to tell me exactly how screwed up the government is and how he could fix it all, and by the way, can I mark that off the road 300 feet old growth DF that is located in LSR (owl) territory? He really needs the wood, he's retired and on a fixed income. I've seen him hauling load after load to his house, and he isn't starving and should have his limit of wood. His pickup probably did cost $50,000. (see, I make assumptions too.) I get to control my emotions and calmly explain the rules of woodcutting, which he darn well knows already. Then he will reply with more of the same criticism. I will point out that the large hemlock blocking the road is legal to cut and much easier than rasselling the DF chunks down/up the hill, but he doesn't want hemlock or anything smaller than 48" diameter. So he drives off and I proceed to clear the road.
The day continues. When I'm too tired to safely run the saw, I might go see how much repair is going to be needed on another road--it might get hauled on this year, might not. I have to figure out whether to get the engineers involved--that makes for more complications. I avoid the office, bad things happen there. If it is a drier day, I'll wander through the Fell and Buck that got left in a hurry when the market collapsed and has just shown up out of the snow. I'll notice things to bring to the attention of the loggers, like longbutting for a pitch ring a couple inches in diameter, or note those 5 gallon buckets of some kind of petroleum product left behind along with some used filters. When I come back in and the phone is lit up, I shudder.
Right now, I'm doing plan B. Laying out timber sale units. And although I'd like to wander about with a full coffee cup in one hand, phone in the other, post holing through the snow makes that a little bit treacherous. Yup, I'm happily skipping and hopping through the snow, which ranges from bareness to waist deep, thinking of more conspiracies to foist on the unsuspecting public.
They don't let us carry guns so I can't disarm everybody, and I'm near sighted and getting hard of hearing and so I can't spy and eavesdrop. So, my plans for controlling the world must be put on hold. Sorry about that.....
