My cousin is a logger, he lives here in the QC but out in the boonies, south of the area, he does a insane amount of firewood, has a old dude with a speedco 25 ton like mine, old dude does nothing but split everyday, all day. His pile of wood is huge. He works from Nov to March, delivering wood. Has a client list a mile long. So.......I think if you get a little system figured out, you can do well. Keeping all old clients, adding new every year. He has to do real good, built a new home 2 years ago, and just bought a New F-350 diesel. He is hillbilly tho, real hillbilly! I turned him on too this site. Should be interesting, don't bash him to much, no real education, but he can "get er dun" He quit school in the 8th grade to work a farm after his dad had a stroke, never went back, never needed to. Farm has a bout 1000 acres, 300 acres are woods, he pulls out some real nice timber that he sales to specific buyers for custom woodworking. Also, were he gets his firewood at. I only go down there once a year to pic up some deer sausage, always bring him my broken saws and such, wizard with mechanics. The other thing he does in the winter , that I thought about, he sells wood stoves. He gets them from all over, free or real cheap. Then restores them and will even install them. He will not run the chimney, "ya gots to get yur guy own fur that" He was giving a stove that he restored and resold for 3g's. It was real old and you could use it to cook a full meal, even had a spot off to the side to warm gloves and such, it was really cool, about 100 years old. He don't sell a ton of them but said that he pays for Christmas every year, and he has 5 kids! Don't think he buys them shoes tho! I have never seen them shoes or shirts on, like wild little hillbillys running around in the wood! Every time I go there I hear the dueling banjo's going in my head, I love him tho, he is great to get ya grounded, has this uncanny way of putting serous situations into perspective. "well its better than being hit in the head with a rock"
for me.
