How Early Is Too Early

[olyman]

charlie--while thats funny--he aint likely to be doing that with a chainsaw in your hand--esp if its running!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Wet1]

8 AM on weekdays, 9 AM on weekends.

 

[Wood Doctor]

If it were me I wouldn't fire up a saw until just after 9AM, but I am a night owl.

I do run into quite a few homeowner associations that have noise ordinances and have even seen some where Sunday work was not allowed.

People seem to want peace and quite in the morning, expecially on Sundays. Last year I started hand splitting some ash and maple at 7:00 a.m. for my Godson at his place in surburban Minneapolis. It was a nice cool morning in September. Two hours later the neighbor came over and told me, "Cool it, guy. It's Sunday."

I replied, "Sorry, I as unaware of the local covenants."

And that was no chainsaw. That was a sledge, a wedge, and a maul.

 

[avalancher]

I have found that it is rare that a homeowner will complain about any noise, after all they are getting some work done on their place. Its always the neighbors that raise cain. My neighbor will always yell down the hill at me if I fire up the splitter before 9AM, but it doesnt seem to occur to him that he is just as annoying when he yells for his dog at the top of his lungs right before he goes to bed, at 1AM.

 

[Wood Doctor]

Hey guys quick etiquette question. Friends of ours are building a house and when the contractor cleared the lot they took 5 or 6 trees down and left them there. They have been offered to me so we are planning to cut them up and haul them away tomorrow. Houses in the subdivision are not on top of each other but there are several close enough to be able to hear the saw(s). With my property I can fire up a saw at 7:00am and nobody is close enough to care so I never really had think about proper etiquette How early is too early?

Hey, I just thought of something. Does your neighbor(s) have dog(s) that they let bark at night or in early morning, usually begging to come back into the house, as they see fit and thus rob you of several hours of sleep?

If so, run that chainsaw at sunrise whenever it's safe for you to see and bring in that firewood to heat your home. Tit for tat! :greenchainsaw:

 

[rguseman]

Epilogue. Started at 8:30. No complaints from neighbors. In fact one neighbor came and introduced herself. Didn't quite finish as it was about 8 trees piled on top of each other so we had tons of mashed up, twisted together brush to work through. In the end we will probably end up with a minimum of three cords of what appears to be mostly ash and possibly some oak (not real good at IDing trees unless I can see the leaves but I know it wasn't willow or box elder). The only downside was hacking into a wasp nest. Fortunately nobody got stung. Thanks again for your input.

 

[KsWoodsMan]

Epilogue. Started at 8:30. No complaints from neighbors. In fact one neighbor came and introduced herself. Didn't quite finish as it was about 8 trees piled on top of each other so we had tons of mashed up, twisted together brush to work through. In the end we will probably end up with a minimum of three cords of what appears to be mostly ash and possibly some oak (not real good at IDing trees unless I can see the leaves but I know it wasn't willow or box elder). The only downside was hacking into a wasp nest. Fortunately nobody got stung. Thanks again for your input.

Hmmm, you mentioning one of the neighbors introduced herself reminds me, I still have a big Hackberry trunk to go back after.

Was the week after the 4th of July.
Man, it was hot and that's no lie.
I was all by myself, the kids were away.
They were with their mom, this was her day.
Not a leaf was stirring, not even the cottonwood top.
I was sweaty and tired, I was ready to stop.
The saw was sputtering for fuel and I had just stepped on a snake.
I was cutting on a storm damaged Hackberry and ready for a break.
I seen a little darling watching me from afar.
She acted as if she was going to her car.
She was clad tightly in a summer outfit.
My mouth went so dry I couldn't even spit.
I turned around to go back to work again.
She walked up behind me, her face in a grin
She offers me some ice water as a cool drink.
I accepted her offer, hot as I was I couldn't think.
Her next words were as sweet as could be.
I didn't hear her, I was taking in all I could see.
She says, I live on the corner, been watching you work.
I stood there a moment trying not to look like a jerk.
Still taken in awe looking at her, I tried to speak.
My mouth was still dry, It was tough not to squeak.
I couldn't help notice she had no ring.
She offers another, I say sure thing.
I'm wondering whats next as I hand her the glass.
When she turns to go back I tried to act with class.
It was hard not to notice as she was walking away.
She walked ever so slowly and let them hips sway.
I fueled up the saws and topped of the oil.
In moments she was back, the chain bit soil.
She stands there watching me with a pouty look on her face.
I says to myself what are you thinking you stupid nut case.
She's here for one reason and one reason alone.
By the time I'm finished here I'll be sore to the bone.
So, I thank her politely and talk for a bit.
In a moment of weakness, I ask her to sit.
We share a few stories then she has to go.
Oh how I did like to watch her walk slow.
Was the forgotten cup was an invitation to stop by?
I finish work early and knock at her door with a sigh.
Just at that moment I knew my keys weren't in my pocket.
When I hopped from my truck I had forgotten I'd locked it.
In my unfortunate haste to go make whoopie.
I made a mistake, the night turned out poopie.
I was nice and returned her container.
With a smile I asked her for a hanger.
The next 2 hours I fished for the handle.
I seen in her window she was burning a candle.
With dilegence, at last I broke into my truck.
I pulled they keys from the ignition with a pluck.
It was far to late now the candle was gone.
I thought it was best to leave this one alone.
In the morning I awoke and hoped it was a dream.
Things like this happen to often it would seem.
If I drive past and see the brush in a stack.
Will she be there and smile cause I'm back.
I can sure hope so, I say with a wink.
Thinking of that honey, dressed in pink.
So I mash the gas in my old Ford.
Thinking to myself It beats being bored.
So away I will go after that hackberry trunk.
Knowing its to much for my old black truck.
I'm single again and happy as can be.
I cut when I wish, because now I am free.

 

[toddstreeservic]

trunk does not ryhme with truck

 

[logbutcher]

A person never knows the living situation that exists in a house, could be a third shifter, elderly who is ill, infants with ear infections, or psychological issues, migraine sufferer, etc....
I've gone so far as to send a postcard or leave a note on the door as a heads up to the timeframe of disturbing work. People are always thankful for the notice.

That's it. Nice thought and the payback could be infinite. But I do like the "lawnmower treatment"

Here work begins at the latest by 0700 year-round; spring or extra high tides, earlier at boatyards for hauling or launching. People expect logging work to start by 7.

 

[logbutcher]

Hmmm, you mentioning one of the neighbors introduced herself reminds me, I still have a big Hackberry trunk to go back after.

Was the week after the 4th of July.
Man, it was hot and that's no lie.
I was all by myself, the kids were away.
They were with their mom, this was her day.
Not a leaf was stirring, not even the cottonwood top.
I was sweaty and tired, I was ready to stop.
The saw was sputtering for fuel and I had just stepped on a snake.
I was cutting on a storm damaged Hackberry and ready for a break.
I seen a little darling watching me from afar.
She acted as if she was going to her car.
She was clad tightly in a summer outfit.
My mouth went so dry I couldn't even spit.
I turned around to go back to work again.
She walked up behind me, her face in a grin
She offers me some ice water as a cool drink.
I accepted her offer, hot as I was I couldn't think.
Her next words were as sweet as could be.
I didn't hear her, I was taking in all I could see.
She says, I live on the corner, been watching you work.
I stood there a moment trying not to look like a jerk.
Still taken in awe looking at her, I tried to speak.
My mouth was still dry, It was tough not to squeak.
I couldn't help notice she had no ring.
She offers another, I say sure thing.
I'm wondering whats next as I hand her the glass.
When she turns to go back I tried to act with class.
It was hard not to notice as she was walking away.
She walked ever so slowly and let them hips sway.
I fueled up the saws and topped of the oil.
In moments she was back, the chain bit soil.
She stands there watching me with a pouty look on her face.
I says to myself what are you thinking you stupid nut case.
She's here for one reason and one reason alone.
By the time I'm finished here I'll be sore to the bone.
So, I thank her politely and talk for a bit.
In a moment of weakness, I ask her to sit.
We share a few stories then she has to go.
Oh how I did like to watch her walk slow.
Was the forgotten cup was an invitation to stop by?
I finish work early and knock at her door with a sigh.
Just at that moment I knew my keys weren't in my pocket.
When I hopped from my truck I had forgotten I'd locked it.
In my unfortunate haste to go make whoopie.
I made a mistake, the night turned out poopie.
I was nice and returned her container.
With a smile I asked her for a hanger.
The next 2 hours I fished for the handle.
I seen in her window she was burning a candle.
With dilegence, at last I broke into my truck.
I pulled they keys from the ignition with a pluck.
It was far to late now the candle was gone.
I thought it was best to leave this one alone.
In the morning I awoke and hoped it was a dream.
Things like this happen to often it would seem.
If I drive past and see the brush in a stack.
Will she be there and smile cause I'm back.
I can sure hope so, I say with a wink.
Thinking of that honey, dressed in pink.
So I mash the gas in my old Ford.
Thinking to myself It beats being bored.
So away I will go after that hackberry trunk.
Knowing its to much for my old black truck.
I'm single again and happy as can be.
I cut when I wish, because now I am free.

Do not, under any circumstances quit your day job.
Trunk = truck ???????

 

[MJR]

toddstreeservic
Senior Member

Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: Adirondacks mountains of NY
Posts: 193

Quote:
Originally Posted by husky455rancher
if it were me id wait till after 9. i dont go make noise any earlier than that, well unless its payback noise lol.
Payback noise---that reminds me of my college days, at forestry school, the guys would stay up partying until 1-2am, there was a older guy who had been in the army who didn't party, the dorm was cinder block with steel I beams and he would get up at 5am and bang on the steel beams with his surveyors sledge. Talk about payback noise!
__________________
"To do this job for the long haul you must have soul of a draft horse" --Silk

Earth First! --We will log the other planets later.


That forestry school wasn’t on Cranberry Lake was it. I went to Paul Smiths than ESF. I always regretted not going to ranger school.

 

[KsWoodsMan]

Do not, under any circumstances quit your day job.
Trunk = truck ???????

Whad'a ya expect from an unsocial insomniac at 3:00 AM ? It wasn't the easiest thing to do keeping it "G-Rated". Other peoples kids read on here, as do my own.

THAT ! was funny though ! Not at the time. But now, it was funny.

Keep'er steady and don't give up what you believe in.

 

[toddstreeservic]

toddstreeservic
Senior Member

Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: Adirondacks mountains of NY
Posts: 193

Quote:
Originally Posted by husky455rancher
if it were me id wait till after 9. i dont go make noise any earlier than that, well unless its payback noise lol.
Payback noise---that reminds me of my college days, at forestry school, the guys would stay up partying until 1-2am, there was a older guy who had been in the army who didn't party, the dorm was cinder block with steel I beams and he would get up at 5am and bang on the steel beams with his surveyors sledge. Talk about payback noise!
__________________
"To do this job for the long haul you must have soul of a draft horse" --Silk

Earth First! --We will log the other planets later.


That forestry school wasn’t on Cranberry Lake was it. I went to Paul Smiths than ESF. I always regretted not going to ranger school.

I'm a smitty not a stumpy.

 

[MJR]

1992 for me.

 

[toddstreeservic]

just missed ya -89-91 I think that I was still up there in 92 though. I was working for a contractor redoing the gym roof and dating a student.

 

[MJR]

I was there 1990-92. We were most likely dating the same girl.......

 

[iowawoodcutter]

I would wait till 8am if you like your neighbors...

 

[toddstreeservic]

I was there 1990-92. We were most likely dating the same girl.......

probably. Soccer team? I'm sure I probably know you. I was dating LL.

I was living in the forestry cabin your first year.90-91

 

[MJR]

It is a small world. Carrier to Essex for me. Only one on the soccer team. You probably don't remember her, she was Shy...

 

[toddstreeservic]

my girl was in Essex that year and she dumped me for some jerk in her dorm!!!! :sword: