This Summer a friend asked me to take a look at a dead tree at the edge of his lawn to see if I could take it down, and if I wanted to. He wasn't sure of the type, thought it might be Walnut, as there were several near it. I took a look, the tree was an easy fall, with a natural lean toward his open lawn. I figured it was probably a double trunk Hickory. We waited till the weather cooled. I took this down early in the AS website troubles, and I loaded these pictures, but I guess that was a post lost to the reload.
Anyway, this was the tree on saw day:
I took down the first trunk, bucked it where it fell, and decided some of the rounds would be too heavy (for this old guy) to lift into my trailer so I took out my maul to whack a few in half. Well, you all know what Hickory is like. This old dead tree let go of it's bark when it hit the ground, but it was still extremely wet, and the rounds didn't exactly split, rather with enough effort the maul would have to tear them apart. I decided I could grunt them on the trailer whole easier than split them.
Hauled one load home, had some lunch, went back and cut the second trunk, leveled off the stumps for some bird/squirrel feeder mounting and hauled the rest home.
My assistant and I took a break after stacking the load. He is in charge of security, and as usual, he was on top of everything.
While contemplating the prospects of splitting this stack, another friend stopped by to pick up a cord of my seasoned and ready Red Oak. I guess he is having some problems with his job (like he lost it), and asked me if I'd be able to give him a good price on the unsplit Hickory? You bet I can, so long as he understands this is mean splitting, and won't be ready for about a year. No problem he says, his Son-In-Law (or whatever you call a young man living with your daughter) has a splitter. So, he hauled his Oak home, and came back and took two loads of this off my hands.
Don't usually end up in any of my own pictures, but that is an expression of relief.
Anyway, this was the tree on saw day:
I took down the first trunk, bucked it where it fell, and decided some of the rounds would be too heavy (for this old guy) to lift into my trailer so I took out my maul to whack a few in half. Well, you all know what Hickory is like. This old dead tree let go of it's bark when it hit the ground, but it was still extremely wet, and the rounds didn't exactly split, rather with enough effort the maul would have to tear them apart. I decided I could grunt them on the trailer whole easier than split them.
Hauled one load home, had some lunch, went back and cut the second trunk, leveled off the stumps for some bird/squirrel feeder mounting and hauled the rest home.
My assistant and I took a break after stacking the load. He is in charge of security, and as usual, he was on top of everything.
While contemplating the prospects of splitting this stack, another friend stopped by to pick up a cord of my seasoned and ready Red Oak. I guess he is having some problems with his job (like he lost it), and asked me if I'd be able to give him a good price on the unsplit Hickory? You bet I can, so long as he understands this is mean splitting, and won't be ready for about a year. No problem he says, his Son-In-Law (or whatever you call a young man living with your daughter) has a splitter. So, he hauled his Oak home, and came back and took two loads of this off my hands.
Don't usually end up in any of my own pictures, but that is an expression of relief.