Wood Scrounge
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I thought I would share this story of my mental illness (my wife calls wooditis).
My neighbor builds custom homes for a living he recently told me that he cleared roughly 50 trees (which Sucks to no end) to build the house he is currently working on. He tells me I can go there and take as much wood as I want once the mill has gone through it all. I get there and there is roughly 30 cords of mostly oak and hickory. I went every Sat morning and managed to haul ~3/4 of a cord every week for 4 weeks. However last week he tells me that the landscapers are coming soon and they are going to get rid of it all probably by throwing it into a giant chipper. I just about threw up at thought of all that wood getting chipped up I couldn’t sleep it occupied all my waking thoughts. I decided I had to take action; I called everyone I knew that burns wood and organized a cutting party for last Saturday. With the help of a dump truck, 3 pickups, 2 tri axle trailers and 6 guys we hauled out roughly 10 cords. But there STILL was wood there I decided to take a personal day and try to get another cord out of there. As I am cutting and loading my truck and trailer the landscapers showed up. I glared at them with complete distain (oh how I hated them) as they started to unload there gear and get their chippers setup. The supervisor came over and I told him what I was doing he sent over 3 of his guys to help me load my trailer (I still hated them). As I was driving away (almost in tears) the supervisor stopped me and asked for my address he would deliver the larger logs to my house MY HERO.
I ‘m glad it’s over I can sleep peaceably now. I got roughly 8 cords and my friends and family got about a 1 ½ cords each out of it.
Some of the emotion was exaggerated but I think most of you understand where I am coming from.
My neighbor builds custom homes for a living he recently told me that he cleared roughly 50 trees (which Sucks to no end) to build the house he is currently working on. He tells me I can go there and take as much wood as I want once the mill has gone through it all. I get there and there is roughly 30 cords of mostly oak and hickory. I went every Sat morning and managed to haul ~3/4 of a cord every week for 4 weeks. However last week he tells me that the landscapers are coming soon and they are going to get rid of it all probably by throwing it into a giant chipper. I just about threw up at thought of all that wood getting chipped up I couldn’t sleep it occupied all my waking thoughts. I decided I had to take action; I called everyone I knew that burns wood and organized a cutting party for last Saturday. With the help of a dump truck, 3 pickups, 2 tri axle trailers and 6 guys we hauled out roughly 10 cords. But there STILL was wood there I decided to take a personal day and try to get another cord out of there. As I am cutting and loading my truck and trailer the landscapers showed up. I glared at them with complete distain (oh how I hated them) as they started to unload there gear and get their chippers setup. The supervisor came over and I told him what I was doing he sent over 3 of his guys to help me load my trailer (I still hated them). As I was driving away (almost in tears) the supervisor stopped me and asked for my address he would deliver the larger logs to my house MY HERO.
I ‘m glad it’s over I can sleep peaceably now. I got roughly 8 cords and my friends and family got about a 1 ½ cords each out of it.
Some of the emotion was exaggerated but I think most of you understand where I am coming from.