At one point I considered myself a competent timber faller. Also known as a sawyer, tree killer, stump manufacturer, chainsaw wielding maniac, amongst other things. According to the Forest Circus, KDF and NWCG I’m an Advanced Faller (FAL1/Faller Class 1), which was formerly a C Faller (sawyer if you were with a crew).
As a faller, I fall timber through the act of felling it. Felling is an act, a verb, mostly interchangeable with the verb to fall when discussing trees. Felling is someome taking something down. It is what someone acts on something else. David felled Goliath, if you’re a believer in that. It is not a noun, or an adjective.
In 1957, I started my working life as a logger in a logging camp, in the British Columbia interior.
We called the guys that knocked down the trees, even if they used their teeth to gnaw them down, fallers. The most common saws were all one man, IEL and Macs.
We referred to the act of sawing down trees, felling.
We referred to the guy that operated the head saw in the mill. the sawyer
The guy that loaded and flipped the logs, was the cantor, (not the other kind of cantor, I can't sing worth a crap)
The guy that ran the edger was, the edgerman
The guy that worked the green chain, and not only piled the lumber, but also had to guide the slabs to the conveyer, was the grunt.
Because I had a suitable commercial license, I ended up as a truck driver, to replace a guy that got injured. That had a good and a bad side. The roads had some long corduroy stretches, and the problem was, that snags could and did, pop up and rip the brake lines or cause other damage. They were really hard on the equipment.
I had one friend that had to bail from a truck, a 5 ton Ford, on which a driveshaft universal broke. It was on the beginning of the downside of a hill, it wasn't good for the truck, or the load. He just ended up with a bunch of superficial bangs and scratches.
My job was as a cantor, and after flipping all those logs, some up to 5 ft in diameter, ended up being pretty fit. Our mill couldn't handle larger than 5 feet, so on the odd occasion anything larger than that arrived at the mill, we stored them until the mill was out of service, and quartered them so they could go through the mill. Our timber, was all first growth, with the biggest log that we normally handled, measuring 4 ft.
It was fun, but we knew it was dangerous. Nobody killed, but lots of serious injuries.
The first mill in our area, with a carriage designed with auto loading and turning, was being built in Vernon in 58-59.
After I saw the mechanism that was going to replace me, I decided I had better continue with an education.