That's just it. Why should I be womanly while working at a dirty, sweaty, hard job? Must I wear eye make up and appear feminine? Wear tight clothes? Or should I dress like the guys, in clothes that are appropriate for the job?
Somebody wanted to know how long I worked at it? 32 years. Started out on a tree planting crew. Then got a job and you'll love this, because the Forest Service had to hire women, and that's what I was told. I was told to only plan on working that one summer because we would not be able to do the job and they could get rid of us. I was 20, and it was 1976. Well, we could keep up with the boys and get the same production, and we were not gotten rid of. Then repeated marking and cruising and fire fighting. I had one job where we got dumped out of a helicopter occasionally to go find plots in the woods. We had some long hike outs and I wasn't so good at that.
Then I got some good boots, and things were better. I still can rarely buy work boots off the shelf. Gotta have them made.
Let me see, then got my first permanent job--insurance available on another timber marking and cruising crew. I also was the first woman to work more than an hour on a thinning crew. That was running a saw all day thinning trees out, day after day. I kept up with the guys after a week of trying to figure out how. I found out just a few years ago that they had a betting pool on how many hours I'd last on the first day. We'd thin in the late winter/early spring or late fall, when the snow was too deep to mark timber.
Then moved to a higher paying gig basically doing the same thing. Then got the most interesting job as what the loggers call, The Forester and checked logging operations --that was during the days when the old growth was hitting the ground and there was very little skidder logging going on here--it was mostly high lead (yarder). Had a few close calls because we were pretty much just given several folders with contracts and told to go out and check on stuff. Repeat with some moving around the country and a stint as a road engineer, which I was not good at so went back to forester work when logging started up a bit more and the retirements started hitting big time. I got tired of long walks or a long time spent wielding a pulaski (that's a fire tool with an axe blade on one side and a narrow hoey thing on the other side of the blade) so I got certified as a bucker. I'd go clear the brush out of a road if I had a couple hours after walking and checking logging units.
My feet went bad and it started taking longer to heal up after twisting ankles and stuff. The hooktenders (loggers who rig up the trees) were getting younger and I was getting older. I reached the age when I could retire, and I did. Here's a picture from one of the last units I worked on, and I didn't really consider this to be horribly steep ground, we had steeper.
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Yes, I have a chip on my shoulder. You would too. A few of the men in the Forest Service were awful. Funny, the loggers actually behaved more professionally. That's kind of backwards as to what you would think.
Is that enough?
More pictures. Fat little old me bucking some alder out of a road. I enjoyed going out once in a while with the road crew after storms. My clothes are much too clean. That's Twinkle, the work saw I used.
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Oh, I cut my firewood as do most retired folks around here. One of my projects right now is TSI (timber stand improvement) on my little chunk of land. I am dumping the ratty alders and cutting them up for firewood. They are leaning, as most alder does, and I just do what I've learned from loggers, make the face cut deep, and make the back cut fast. They are not big, they are not impressive, they are ratty alders. They go where they lean.
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That's it.