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A nice piece of reference equipment is a Forestry Suppliers clipboard with the 3 lumber scales on it. It has a bunch of other scales and conversions too.
Forestry Suppliers, Inc. Forester s Clipboard
Forestry Suppliers, Inc. Forester s Clipboard
Good stuff. Thanks.
RandyMac
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I blew my gas money on a saw last week, we were near $4 then, might be over that now.
I'm still wound up, the McCulloch was a local logging company saw and I knew the man who used it.
I'm still wound up, the McCulloch was a local logging company saw and I knew the man who used it.
That's it? That's the whole story? No model number, no pictures? No back story?
RandyMac
Stiff Member
A friend of mine came over to see if I could fix his saw, so we went to his place to check it out. On the bench was a nearly pristine PM800, Sean says it suddenly lost compression, won't start. I died a little, P&Cs are NLA and very spendy when found. It was a stuck open sissy valve, all three of us were greatly relieved. Behind some moldy looking relic class chainsaws, I spotted a big box of yellow parts, with a saw on top, with a very familiar profile. A McCulloch PM850, one of my favorite light falling saws. I cut some good timber with mine.
So while starting the clean-up, I tossed a few items in the wash tank. When I pulled the airbox cover out, I saw a paper tag on the backside of it, just before it desolved completely, I was able to read what was on it. Nope, not a part number, the name of a man that I once knew.
Not only did I get a chainsaw with local logging history, but someone I thought a great deal of, used it.
His name is John Steven or was anyways. He and his family were neighbors, we lived near Requa. He and his wife Ann fed us when our house was disfunctional, took us to their ranch when things were, well...some family stuff has no explaination.
I ran across John many times over the years, the first thing he asked was "are you working?" He worked for Simpson Timber for many years as a forester, but he started as a chokerman. I now work with his son, Bill. I am going to torture Bill with the saw and not let him have it. I might let him touch it though, maybe even let him hear it. The day I retire, I'm sawing Bill's desk in half with it, then he can have it.
So while starting the clean-up, I tossed a few items in the wash tank. When I pulled the airbox cover out, I saw a paper tag on the backside of it, just before it desolved completely, I was able to read what was on it. Nope, not a part number, the name of a man that I once knew.
Not only did I get a chainsaw with local logging history, but someone I thought a great deal of, used it.
His name is John Steven or was anyways. He and his family were neighbors, we lived near Requa. He and his wife Ann fed us when our house was disfunctional, took us to their ranch when things were, well...some family stuff has no explaination.
I ran across John many times over the years, the first thing he asked was "are you working?" He worked for Simpson Timber for many years as a forester, but he started as a chokerman. I now work with his son, Bill. I am going to torture Bill with the saw and not let him have it. I might let him touch it though, maybe even let him hear it. The day I retire, I'm sawing Bill's desk in half with it, then he can have it.
Now that is a good story! Thanks.
Ah, Simpson. I worked for them in the winter of 1996-7 doing survival surveys on the godawful windward side of Grisdale country.
A few years earlier, though, as a punk teenager, some buddies and I made a big mess in the bathroom of their HQ building in Shelton. There was soap and towels and TP everywhere. We did it for the usual punk teenager reasons, and I'm pretty sure it was our laughing as we left that tipped somebody down the hall off to our lark. I was the last one out the door, and felt a tug on my ear right on the brink of freedom. One of the VP's or something led me back to the scene of our crime and made me clean the whole mess up, all the while sternly lecturing me on the Quality of the company I keep. When I left, thoroughly steamed, a half an hour or so later, the rest of the gang crept out from between cars nearby, skateboards in hand, and asked for all of the details. We had a good laugh and got back to the serious business of rolling down the street.
A few years earlier, though, as a punk teenager, some buddies and I made a big mess in the bathroom of their HQ building in Shelton. There was soap and towels and TP everywhere. We did it for the usual punk teenager reasons, and I'm pretty sure it was our laughing as we left that tipped somebody down the hall off to our lark. I was the last one out the door, and felt a tug on my ear right on the brink of freedom. One of the VP's or something led me back to the scene of our crime and made me clean the whole mess up, all the while sternly lecturing me on the Quality of the company I keep. When I left, thoroughly steamed, a half an hour or so later, the rest of the gang crept out from between cars nearby, skateboards in hand, and asked for all of the details. We had a good laugh and got back to the serious business of rolling down the street.
RandyMac
Stiff Member
I got a visit yesterday from Sean the Fed, he is laid off so I'm buying that PM800. I'm picking it up Saturday and looking at some chromed covers on McCullochs.
Still looking for that saw Bob, most are really beat here.
Still looking for that saw Bob, most are really beat here.
Thanks. I'll leave it to your judgement. PM ya later.
Joe46
ArboristSite Guru
Spent a lot of time goofing around on Simpson timber land in the mid 60's. Had a friend that worked for them. He lived at both Grisdale and Govey back then. Used to visit on the weekends. Since he was a little older he could buy beer. Would then go do a bunch of harmless shenanigans on the log roads. Harmless in the fact that I'm still alive to talk about it.:msp_lol:
Oh yeah! Used to do our best to get lost in the Doty Triangle, go out the 1000 line at the far end of Lincoln Creek and try to find Raymond. Came out just about everywhere else unless we found Brooklyn first. Burned up a lot of gas that way but it sure was fun!
Note: we considered the use of maps to be cheating. If you couldn't do it by sense of smell, it didn't count.
coastalfaller
ArboristSite Operative
A friend of mine came over to see if I could fix his saw, so we went to his place to check it out. On the bench was a nearly pristine PM800, Sean says it suddenly lost compression, won't start. I died a little, P&Cs are NLA and very spendy when found. It was a stuck open sissy valve, all three of us were greatly relieved. Behind some moldy looking relic class chainsaws, I spotted a big box of yellow parts, with a saw on top, with a very familiar profile. A McCulloch PM850, one of my favorite light falling saws. I cut some good timber with mine.
So while starting the clean-up, I tossed a few items in the wash tank. When I pulled the airbox cover out, I saw a paper tag on the backside of it, just before it desolved completely, I was able to read what was on it. Nope, not a part number, the name of a man that I once knew.
Not only did I get a chainsaw with local logging history, but someone I thought a great deal of, used it.
His name is John Steven or was anyways. He and his family were neighbors, we lived near Requa. He and his wife Ann fed us when our house was disfunctional, took us to their ranch when things were, well...some family stuff has no explaination.
I ran across John many times over the years, the first thing he asked was "are you working?" He worked for Simpson Timber for many years as a forester, but he started as a chokerman. I now work with his son, Bill. I am going to torture Bill with the saw and not let him have it. I might let him touch it though, maybe even let him hear it. The day I retire, I'm sawing Bill's desk in half with it, then he can have it.
Great story, Randy. I love that kind of stuff.
PS. I knew a guy who sawed his boss's desk in half after his cheque was late.......again! LOL!
paccity
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paccity
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boondocking in the hills is very relaxing. getting harder to range far due to all the gates. sometimes it's good to have the combo.
boondocking in the hills is very relaxing. getting harder to range far due to all the gates. sometimes it's good to have the combo.
Arrgh, and the gates are all because of car batteries and refrigerators. If people would just stop dumping illegally...
Yeah I know, farts in the wind.
Fun fact: over 90% of the dump sites I find have either children's toys, children's clothes, or diaper debris among the rest of the junk. That tells me that the sort of people who dump illegally will teach their kids to dump illegally, too. I am not pleased by this development.
paccity
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ya, same prob here, one area inparticular has a small town that used to be ok borders a lot of acses 1.no cops2. methheads. sometimes it's good to know people so you can still get in. i hate methheads!
No kidding. Tweekers ruin everything. They're like a plague of locusts.
bobsreturn
ArboristSite Lurker
only money
while our prime minister tours your country . our gas {petrol here] is around $1.50 per litre ! 4.5 litres per gallon . so think you guys have a good deal . If any of you guys can run on water we have had about 4 feet so far this year .Sure will get those trees growing . cheers from cairns queensland Bob
while our prime minister tours your country . our gas {petrol here] is around $1.50 per litre ! 4.5 litres per gallon . so think you guys have a good deal . If any of you guys can run on water we have had about 4 feet so far this year .Sure will get those trees growing . cheers from cairns queensland Bob
