woodbooga
cords of mystic memory
Could have also titled the thread "The unintended benefit of wearing my Stihl cap whilst picking up a loaf of bread."
Over the weekend, I stopped at the grocer to grab a loaf and a few other items so we can keep up with the boy's appetite for grape jelly sandwiches.
Long line at the check out. The grey-haired but stout chested gent behind me noticed the logo on my cap and commented that he'd just bought a chainsaw a few weeks ago - a 361 and his first Stihl after running older Homelites for years. He was actually just picking up a snack to nourish himself a little later as he was off to cut some firewood.
He commented on how pleased he was with his new acquisition. I mentioned I had a near 30 year old 041 in my truck and was planning on doing some cutting on a blowdown oak. He asked if he could see it, so I waited for him to pay for his assorted sundries.
My new friend got a chuckle out of the fact that I had an 70s vintage red Homelite scabbard over my bar. He asked how it ran. Told him it most always started on the first pull and ran like a top. Said that I'd give him a demo, but letting her rip in the parking lot might lead to an avalancher type of episode.
By this time we'd been chatting for about 10 minutes about saws and woodheat. He mentioned that he owned some wooded property just a few minutes away where he was heading to buck a couple oaks. Seeing how this guy didn't seem like a psycho - and knowing my blowdown oak wasn't going anywhere, I took him up on the offer to follow behind.
So we get there and I'm like, "Wow, this parcel's only 2 miles from the house." After the gate was unhooked, we drove in a bit. He'd dropped a couple of oaks earlier and we got them bucked into 18" rounds pretty quick between the 2 of us and loaded up his truck as full as we could.
He said that the parcel was over 500 acres and that I was welcome to cut there anytime. Even gave me the combo for the gate since he and his wife split their time between here and Fla. Not snowbirds gone for the season, but they fly back and forth quite a bit/
Took advantage of the offer late yesterday afternoon, bringing home a couple loads of dead and down oak.
So no more going to town hall looking at tax maps to find the names of landowners with fallen trees. No more firewood buzzarding the tree services on utility duty. I've achieved firewood nirvanah.
Over the weekend, I stopped at the grocer to grab a loaf and a few other items so we can keep up with the boy's appetite for grape jelly sandwiches.
Long line at the check out. The grey-haired but stout chested gent behind me noticed the logo on my cap and commented that he'd just bought a chainsaw a few weeks ago - a 361 and his first Stihl after running older Homelites for years. He was actually just picking up a snack to nourish himself a little later as he was off to cut some firewood.
He commented on how pleased he was with his new acquisition. I mentioned I had a near 30 year old 041 in my truck and was planning on doing some cutting on a blowdown oak. He asked if he could see it, so I waited for him to pay for his assorted sundries.
My new friend got a chuckle out of the fact that I had an 70s vintage red Homelite scabbard over my bar. He asked how it ran. Told him it most always started on the first pull and ran like a top. Said that I'd give him a demo, but letting her rip in the parking lot might lead to an avalancher type of episode.
By this time we'd been chatting for about 10 minutes about saws and woodheat. He mentioned that he owned some wooded property just a few minutes away where he was heading to buck a couple oaks. Seeing how this guy didn't seem like a psycho - and knowing my blowdown oak wasn't going anywhere, I took him up on the offer to follow behind.
So we get there and I'm like, "Wow, this parcel's only 2 miles from the house." After the gate was unhooked, we drove in a bit. He'd dropped a couple of oaks earlier and we got them bucked into 18" rounds pretty quick between the 2 of us and loaded up his truck as full as we could.
He said that the parcel was over 500 acres and that I was welcome to cut there anytime. Even gave me the combo for the gate since he and his wife split their time between here and Fla. Not snowbirds gone for the season, but they fly back and forth quite a bit/
Took advantage of the offer late yesterday afternoon, bringing home a couple loads of dead and down oak.
So no more going to town hall looking at tax maps to find the names of landowners with fallen trees. No more firewood buzzarding the tree services on utility duty. I've achieved firewood nirvanah.
