John11139
ArboristSite Lurker
For any of you old loggers, if any of you ever have the opportunity to be traveling in West Virgina a really intersting place to stop by is Cass, W.V. I had heard about it for over 20 years and just never had the opportunity to go by. Finnaly did. It was a huge logging operation that petered out in late 50's. They have a excellent movie (you must see it) you can watch. You can ride the old Shay locomotive up the mountain. The puffing and huffing of that old train will sure take you back in time. I think they said at one time they were turning out over one million board feet of lumber a day. These old stories are always intersting to me, as I grew up in a large lumber camp (considered large for that area, Pot Creek logging & lumber co) in northern New Mexico in the 40's 50' and went out about the same as the one in Cass. I think around 1968. I seen the hand writing on the wall in the 50's. I could see that some day they would run out of timber and the tree huggers and unions comming in. I got my first job there when I was old enough to work in the woods. When I got drafted into the Army in 61, They were pretty well finished by 65 when I got out. Settled in Ohio. Camp disbanded, (old red school house torn down) Most of the people were Arkies and Okeys. Moved to other parts of the country. Lost track of every one. Went back a few years ago to try to locate any one who worked there. It was just like it never existed. Most people I ran into never heard of it. Finally found one person (after a couple days of searching) It just happened to be one of the contractors my boss worked for. He was on his last leg in life, he remembered me, we talked for a couple of hours. It made his day to run into some one who was there also. It made my day too. A year or later he passed on and I understand some one flew over the area and dumped his ashes. As I am near that age when I also will pass on, and I reflect back in life, the memorable moments and times. Death in family, marriage, graduation of kids, being in the Army. But the one that I reflect on most is that of the life in the lumber camp. Getting up at 4:30, riding up the canyon in a old army panel truck, filled full of other loggers and the smell (back then every one took a bath once a week if you needed it or not) Loggers being dropped off at their assigned spot to cut. You could hear the chain saws start up the canyon, look out over the canyon and see the smoke from the saws. Stop during the day and listen to see if you could hear your buddies saw, if not you went to see if a tree fell on him. I can still hear Old shorty (the name of the horse I skidded with) pass gas as I headed him up the mountain to skid a log. I slept on a old fold up canvas army cot, dad picked up some where. It was used more that once as a stretcher to carry a dead man out of the woods. My kids have no idea of what I am talking about. We have lost a important part of alot of peoples past. Again if you ever get a chance to visit Cass, do it and I dont know how to do social networking on a computer, so if any one who ever worked at the Pot Creek lumber co, or up in Rio Chiquito, or Black Lake, during the 40's and 50" or know some one who did, please contact me.