Where I cut in I'm more concerned about my wedges melting than breaking because of the cold.
Where I cut in I'm more concerned about my wedges melting than breaking because of the cold.
... and I swing an axe like a spider monkey on crack.
My uncle used to call me "lightning" when I used an axe...never hit the same place twice.
My uncle used to call me "lightning" when I used an axe...never hit the same place twice.
Hahaha! That's hilarious, Bob! I've been called the same thing! lol
I ever tell you boys about that time back in 1948 when me and paw were felling old growth Aspen? Dad was 10 at the time, and had a lot of growing up to do, I was just a little fry as well, and was a smidgen under 7' tall and 450 pounds.
Well, we get to cutting that 6' DBH Aspen -- in South Florida -- and the brand new MS 660 quits on us. Of course, the 460 Husky was in the shop at the time getting a tune and 60" bar. So me and dad set to finishing off the face cut with his Swiss knife and a tube of Brylcreem for lube. Dad unfolded the saw out'a that knife and we took turns for the next 60 seconds. . . Paw said it should have only taken us 30 seconds, and it was cause us youngsters were getting lazy.
So we bucked up the whole 700' feet of the dern thing, and loaded it on dad's Vespa. We would have used his Moped, but it was also in the shop getting afterburners. Maw helped us unload it at the cabin, and we all went out for ice cream at Jedediah's -- the cantankerous one legged Amish man that sold dad his spaceship.
Next week I'll tell you fellas about my cousin Paul, and his pet Blue Ox Babe.
I ever tell you boys about that time back in 1948 when me and paw were felling old growth Aspen? Dad was 10 at the time, and had a lot of growing up to do, I was just a little fry as well, and was a smidgen under 7' tall and 450 pounds.
Well, we get to cutting that 6' DBH Aspen -- in South Florida -- and the brand new MS 660 quits on us. Of course, the 460 Husky was in the shop at the time getting a tune and 60" bar. So me and dad set to finishing off the face cut with his Swiss knife and a tube of Brylcreem for lube. Dad unfolded the saw out'a that knife and we took turns for the next 60 seconds. . . Paw said it should have only taken us 30 seconds, and it was cause us youngsters were getting lazy.
So we bucked up the whole 700' feet of the dern thing, and loaded it on dad's Vespa. We would have used his Moped, but it was also in the shop getting afterburners. Maw helped us unload it at the cabin, and we all went out for ice cream at Jedediah's -- the cantankerous one legged Amish man that sold dad his spaceship.
Next week I'll tell you fellas about my cousin Paul, and his pet Blue Ox Babe.
Another question for an expert.
How come multicolored wedges aren't in the stores. Or character ones, like Hello Kitty? Sensitive fallers could use rainbow colored wedges. If you were in a foul mood, perhaps a gray colored wedge?
South Florida aspen in 1948 - isn't it Cuba?
Paul must be that famous fellow who went to a convent full of cigar rolling nuns to ask for light and ended up a concubine of the 140 years old abbedissa?
Maybe wedges could be shaped like a unicorn horn.
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