smokechase II said:
Sizzle:
A short story to go with the photo?
Doesn't have to be true to be a good story.
Falling trees that are burning or have just recently been burnt is a world of its own.
Not uncommon to damage a bar from excessive heat.
An actual technique, used occasionally, is to cut a couple vertical air flow spots and stoke the fire, step back and wait for it to go over.
STORY:
Twer 120 degrees out if i is remembering correctly, and RH's were in close to zero, and that was on the west side. I was sawing some old growth timber up yonder in middlefork country when word came about some smoke seen down Lakeview, snag country. "There's so many hot sticks down there, boys wont fight the fire. Them trees is falling left and right, and boys afraid of gettin squarshed. Word is that your pretty handy with that old misery whip, and we got need for you something fierce."
So, I saddled up and headed out for the east side. Rode straight through, three days and two nights. Every day, as sure as the sun did come up, that plume of smoke down south looked more and more like the breath of satan himself, rising high over the plain. I made fire-side by nightfall that third day and got my first size up, probly close to a hundred-thousand acres by that point, and snags as far as the eye could see.
Straight off I grabbed my cuttin tools and went to falling a pondarosa 13 feet thick. Looked like a smoke stack, not a branch left on her. Just a broken top with billows of smoke pouring out. Feller there, looked to be the ranger, stopped me to say, "I dont how you boys run show back west, but you cant be falling no logs here at night."
"Pardon me, but I got to make way for these boys to work this fire. Dont pay me no mind, I'll work by firelight." And with that, I went back to cutting and worked all through the night. I reckon around 3:00am the wind picked up and the crews pulled out saying that conditions were too dangerous, and the ranger himself was urging me to leave. "She's blowin up Sizzle, get out while you still can!!!"
"Ranger, they don't call me The Sizzle for nothin." I kept working deeper into the blaze, and the firestorm was baring down on me like the army of the ????ed. Whirlwinds of super-heated air were tossing those massive pines around like straw, and the heat did pierce me to my very core. But I kept cutting and cutting until the sun was up trying to break through the thick smoke. THe fire grew overnight, so in the end I must have cleard about 200,000 acres of hazard wood. I came out, black as a coal-digger and folks believed they were seeing a ghost.
"We thought you was dead for sure Sizzle!"
"Its safe to lay some line now boys." I strapped my whip back on horse and was about to head out when a feller came up askin me to pose for a picture. I werent much for pictures, but obliged only cuz I saw one more tree needin to be fell. As I was riding out, I could hear them behind me saying, "Now there goes one fine saw slingin, firefightin sumbich. . . " They got the fire put out that same day, fire forever called "The Sizzler".