Well, after a couple of weeks of inspecting and reinspecting the work everybody hates to do, slash piling and fixing things that were taken apart to log, I returned to wandering about in a unit.
We started out with a smoked honey brined salmon tidbit...mmmmm good. I'll have to make some salsa this weekend and have them try it out.
Then had a safety discussion about cutting out skyline corridors and rigging up in an emergency to yard out any injured circumferentially challenged people over 50. I said "Just roll me down to the main road." The other, who met the above description wanted to be hooked to the carriage and brought up the hill.
That settled, the young one returned to cutting and we elders who do not jump anymore, went on the search for a suitable tail tree. It is a challenge sometimes, and was here. The setting was in hemlock. I thought I saw a nice old growth so headed towards the big shadow...I'm nearsighted. I clambered over some stuff and there it was, a nice big old Doug, about 4 foot at dbh. I yelled at the logger, and was waving my hardhat on a stick because I was hidden behind a bigger blowdown, but he kept on looking for a different tree. Oh well, I headed down after him, he was in his camo clothes and hard to find.
We found some second growth for another setting, and headed back to the old growth. There was another, bigger one in the same area. We couldn't see the yarder because of all the brush. A discussion ensued.
Logger, "Look at that straight grained cedar. It'd make some good blocks."
Me, "No."
Logger, looking at the big blowdown, "I wonder if I could yard me out a log of that. It'd make good lumber for a house."
Me, "No."
Logger, "I could buck it up into 20 footers and my yarder just might..."
Me, "No."
We failed to locate a corridor though. We just could not see the yarder. He suggested getting his son on the top waving a flag. I suggested mounting a strobe on top and working at night. Seriously, this was probably a good time to have a GPS unit.
I think he'll have it figured out tomorrow, and I'll reload my NOs. That bright orb was visible and might be tomorrow. Then it'll be back to dark and stormy weather.
We started out with a smoked honey brined salmon tidbit...mmmmm good. I'll have to make some salsa this weekend and have them try it out.
Then had a safety discussion about cutting out skyline corridors and rigging up in an emergency to yard out any injured circumferentially challenged people over 50. I said "Just roll me down to the main road." The other, who met the above description wanted to be hooked to the carriage and brought up the hill.
That settled, the young one returned to cutting and we elders who do not jump anymore, went on the search for a suitable tail tree. It is a challenge sometimes, and was here. The setting was in hemlock. I thought I saw a nice old growth so headed towards the big shadow...I'm nearsighted. I clambered over some stuff and there it was, a nice big old Doug, about 4 foot at dbh. I yelled at the logger, and was waving my hardhat on a stick because I was hidden behind a bigger blowdown, but he kept on looking for a different tree. Oh well, I headed down after him, he was in his camo clothes and hard to find.
We found some second growth for another setting, and headed back to the old growth. There was another, bigger one in the same area. We couldn't see the yarder because of all the brush. A discussion ensued.
Logger, "Look at that straight grained cedar. It'd make some good blocks."
Me, "No."
Logger, looking at the big blowdown, "I wonder if I could yard me out a log of that. It'd make good lumber for a house."
Me, "No."
Logger, "I could buck it up into 20 footers and my yarder just might..."
Me, "No."
We failed to locate a corridor though. We just could not see the yarder. He suggested getting his son on the top waving a flag. I suggested mounting a strobe on top and working at night. Seriously, this was probably a good time to have a GPS unit.
I think he'll have it figured out tomorrow, and I'll reload my NOs. That bright orb was visible and might be tomorrow. Then it'll be back to dark and stormy weather.
Ah yes. The camps are springing up. The circus size army tent camp was back yesterday. I'll do a pre-elk deck check to make sure the NO woodcutting signs are up. AS IF that will stop them.
