All I can remember growing up was being in the woods cutting pulpwood. I can remember daddy with his arms wrapped around me helping me hold the saw while cutting dead beattle pine. I was around 6ys old.. I owned my first cable loader wood truck before i had a drivers license. We would cut wood all day on Saturday so we had enough to hual during the wk after getting out of school. We would take three trucks in the woods and load all three, but since nether I or my brother had a drivers license, we would drive the trucks out to the main road and park them, and then load up in one truck to go home and get momma to drive the trucks to the wood yard. They would unload the trucks at the yard during the day and that evening, after school, everybody would loadup and take the trucks back to the woods and load them back up. During summer, when school had let out for the year, My brother and I would be in the woods at daylight, cutting and loading our trucks and making sure we had enough cut and bundled for daddies truck when he got off work. How old i was when I actually started running a saw I dont know, but you can bet if the safety police had been around back then, they would have locked up all up.
