I drove up to the unit through a snowstorm. While writing unit numbers on this was going on.
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There were only so many tags that would be needed. So, I got my gear on, including fingerless wool gloves, and reluctantly got out. I'm doing some boundary layout so have to tie flagging, slap paint on trees, and staple up unit tags--those little blue ones that tell you that you are in the right or wrong unit.
This is a job that used to be done by 2 twenty somethings, back when we had a big budget and sold a lot of big timber. Now we old folks have to do it alone. Since I only have 2 hands, I was sticking the staple hammer in the back pocket of my tin pants between use. It didnt take long, and I soon felt a trickle of water going down my right cheek. Whoops. I had Tin Pants failure. I finished that tag line, was soaked from water running down my sleeves and pocket, my gloves were saturated, and it took 12 miles with the heater on high to warm up on the way in. I've now got the wood stove roaring, a big mug of hot tea, and will soak in the hot tub later.
So, anybody still want to work here who isn't from here?
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There were only so many tags that would be needed. So, I got my gear on, including fingerless wool gloves, and reluctantly got out. I'm doing some boundary layout so have to tie flagging, slap paint on trees, and staple up unit tags--those little blue ones that tell you that you are in the right or wrong unit.
This is a job that used to be done by 2 twenty somethings, back when we had a big budget and sold a lot of big timber. Now we old folks have to do it alone. Since I only have 2 hands, I was sticking the staple hammer in the back pocket of my tin pants between use. It didnt take long, and I soon felt a trickle of water going down my right cheek. Whoops. I had Tin Pants failure. I finished that tag line, was soaked from water running down my sleeves and pocket, my gloves were saturated, and it took 12 miles with the heater on high to warm up on the way in. I've now got the wood stove roaring, a big mug of hot tea, and will soak in the hot tub later.
So, anybody still want to work here who isn't from here?