When I got home last night there was a deputy sheriff sittin' about 200 yards from my driveway, emergency lights on. One of the standing-dead elms from the woodlot had blown down in yesterday's wind, completely blocking the road. I parked the work van, opened a Bud, and walk down to talk with him... told me he'd called the County Engineer and they were sending someone out to clean it up.
So I asked him... what if I bring my pickup down, hook on to it, and drag it up in the yard?? (From first glance it appears to be Red Elm.) He says it has to come off the road, and if I wanna' have a go at it, he'll run traffic interference. Fifteen minutes later the tree is laying in the yard... and so is a smaller one I pulled down trying to get the first one moving the right direction.
It was friggin' 85° last night and not gonna' be any cooler tonight... I ain't making firewood when it's over 80°... I ain't gonna' do it... I ain't. C'mon... 85° in mid September... what's this world coming to anyway?? After last night I'm in the mood to start doing some firewood work... but I ain't gonna' do it during mid-summer temps.
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So I asked him... what if I bring my pickup down, hook on to it, and drag it up in the yard?? (From first glance it appears to be Red Elm.) He says it has to come off the road, and if I wanna' have a go at it, he'll run traffic interference. Fifteen minutes later the tree is laying in the yard... and so is a smaller one I pulled down trying to get the first one moving the right direction.
It was friggin' 85° last night and not gonna' be any cooler tonight... I ain't making firewood when it's over 80°... I ain't gonna' do it... I ain't. C'mon... 85° in mid September... what's this world coming to anyway?? After last night I'm in the mood to start doing some firewood work... but I ain't gonna' do it during mid-summer temps.
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