logbutcher
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I'm liking all of it and the exercise is a bonus. Yes, I sniff my wood and stare at my piles.
Sometimes it's a moment like this:
A couple summers ago I was splitting some black cherry at the edge of a field where I had dropped and bucked it. A sunny, but rather cool day for summer, it was time for a break. I sat on the stump I left at the top of a ridge over looking a small valley and creek at the bottom. Nice shady spot.
As i'm eating a sandwich and drinking water I started to notice the noises of nature. The birds chirpping, leaves rustling in the trees from a light breeze,
crows cawing. My first thought was about how relaxing it all was.
Then I spotted something coming through the tall ferns about 75 yards away
down in the valley below me. A nice 8 point whitetail buck. I just sat there quiet and watched for about 20 minutes until he disappeared over a hill.
That was a definite, "does it get any better than this" event.
I finished eating and went back to the splitting with a renewed energy.
Never forgot that little moment in time.
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