Always had something for incidental harvest.
Yeah, no problem there. I have shot a couple hogs while out cutting firewood. I just don't see the need to carry a gun in the woods. I have found several grows but they were not attended.
Always had something for incidental harvest.
Does anyone carry their CCW when their out logging? I wanted to see if people keep them in their skidder or on them or what not.
Not necessary when you possess mad Fu skills such as myself.umpkin2:
I was cruising a patch adjacent to a prsion where a inmate on work detail had escaped. there were choppers and there were dog units out, I was sure more afraid of the dogs than the inmate finding me!
I just don't see to gun being worth it, like bob said, when I'm out falling nobody wants to #### with me then anyhow. Cruisng timber or laying out a job, maybe a little bit more warranted, all quiet like and covering a bunch of ground and nobody knows you're in there. I worked with a forester once who carried, but still, I doubt I ever will, anytime.
Why the #### would someone want to kill me cause I'm out in the woods working? Just doesn't make sense. I've had bears check me out within 40' (black) but I guess I just have more faith that something as unusual as a crazed momma bear attack is just going to happen without me doing something outright stupid first, which I try to aviod.
I will admit when I cam around a knob and my dog had 2 little cubs treed 40' up in a big ash, I got us out of there fast, bet momma wasn't too happy about that.
I guess I should amend my post. I always kept a little Savage OU in the truck. It was called the camper special. A 22 over a 20 gauge. Great Grouse gun( in season of course).
Excerpt from the employee's manual for a big timber company down here..."There will be no animals, dead or alive, allowed in company vehicles".And...I dug that old 30-30 out from behind the seat of the crummy. Other than the bullets looking a bit green and a couple of years of dust it wasn't too bad off. I cleaned it, oiled it, gave it some fresh ammo, wrapped it up in a brand new old greasy blanket and stuck it back behind the seat. Remind me to check on it in a couple of years.
I had been bucking blowdowns in Humboldt County, up the Van Duzen River. I had stopped to sort of rebuild the starter on a Homelite, the spring gave out as did the rest of the guts of the blasted thing. I was sitting in the shade leaning on a cutbank, wasn't making any noise, I was already done yelling at the malingering box of alloy. 30 feet above me I heard lots of rustling in the leaves, I thought it was the big Grey Squirrels that infested the area. To our combined suprise, a 30 pound bear cub came tumbling off the bank, he landed on his back about 10 feet away. He had the wind knocked outta him and laid there making little erf noises. For over a minute I fought the insane urge to pin the little bastard, it took effort not to act, this from someone who gleefully chased a panther with a hatchet. He recovered, sat up and looked at me, took a few steps toward me, then stopped with a funny look on his face. At this point he was about 4 feet away, my willpower was fading, I had a plan, it involved duct tape. I spoke to him, I don't remember exactly what, pretty sure it was rude, that was just about the time he caught a nose full of my scent. Oh, if bears could talk, he reared up on his hind legs, I leaped up and roared at him, he spun and scampered off, fast little bear. I chased him down the road, just in time to be seen by my Boss, who asked me WTF? I showed him the duct tape, told him my plan, he sent me home for the rest of the day.
The next minute the storms of darkness fall all around you, and without a storm shelter to protect you, you're caught like a mouse in a trap.
I had been bucking blowdowns in Humboldt County, up the Van Duzen River. I had stopped to sort of rebuild the starter on a Homelite, the spring gave out as did the rest of the guts of the blasted thing. I was sitting in the shade leaning on a cutbank, wasn't making any noise, I was already done yelling at the malingering box of alloy. 30 feet above me I heard lots of rustling in the leaves, I thought it was the big Grey Squirrels that infested the area. To our combined suprise, a 30 pound bear cub came tumbling off the bank, he landed on his back about 10 feet away. He had the wind knocked outta him and laid there making little erf noises. For over a minute I fought the insane urge to pin the little bastard, it took effort not to act, this from someone who gleefully chased a panther with a hatchet. He recovered, sat up and looked at me, took a few steps toward me, then stopped with a funny look on his face. At this point he was about 4 feet away, my willpower was fading, I had a plan, it involved duct tape. I spoke to him, I don't remember exactly what, pretty sure it was rude, that was just about the time he caught a nose full of my scent. Oh, if bears could talk, he reared up on his hind legs, I leaped up and roared at him, he spun and scampered off, fast little bear. I chased him down the road, just in time to be seen by my Boss, who asked me WTF? I showed him the duct tape, told him my plan, he sent me home for the rest of the day.
Yeah, I'm going to go ahead and not live with that mindset. I've got all the storm shelter I'm going to need just the way I am.
I'll be 60 in a year and haven't had to shoot anyone. Yet.
Afraid if I carried I might use it on the goberment type inspectors etc. I've run across, bears, lions, deer, the worst are the hunters. I have never seen a snake on an active falling logging job I think they skedaddle when the ground starts to shake. I have hauled out snake bit fallers, bit in the harm and head so you get an idea how steep some of the country was. I think all I would only ever use is just to make noise. I cause enough damage to myself with some of the sharp tools I do carry, some of the falls I've taken I can see a problem with a loaded weapon.