Garmins dad
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A couple years ago in late September my dad and I plan a trip to cut some wood. I woke up early, it was a beautiful crisp cool morning. I met him at his house, we filled our coffee cups up and threw in a few last minute things and off we go. On the drive up we had a good visit taking about life...farming, cattle, work and of course saws. We get off the pavement and start winding up the forest service roads. Then we start talking about the trees that we have scouted out and the ones that we have been watching die for a few years (beetle kills). I told him if that big Doug Fir was still there on that switch back we were going to cut it. (We had been watching it for a year and a half die) I had my doubts about it still being there.
We pulled this last steep grade and about to make this switch back and I can see the top of the tree... IT WAS STILL THERE!!! I was pumped. We pulled over and fueled the saws, grabbed my wedges and pounded. I cut the tree so the tip hit the barrow pit and the tree almost paralleled the road. We bumped all the knots, got it marked out and got it mostly bucked up and I told dad I was going to go down the road to get cell service to call my brother and have him bring my truck up because we were not going to get it all in his.
I drive back to the tree and we get dads truck loaded (2 cords). Then here comes my brother, we fill my truck to the gills. We took every last piece and it was a perfect fit (another 1.5 cord).
When we finished we had a beer or 2 on the mountain talking about the day so I pulled my tape measure out and it was 36" at the stump!
Now I will never forget that...WHAT A DAY!!!
I had a day like that with my ole man a few years back.. Only it was hunting 700 miles from home...