RandyMac
Stiff Member
While starting the clean-up on the PM850, 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.
John Steven was our neighbor in Klamath, he and his wife Ann fed us when our house was disfunctional, took us to their ranch when things were, well...
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. The day I retire, I'm sawing Bill's desk in half with it, then he can have it.
Not only did I get a chainsaw with local logging history, but someone I thought a great deal of, used it.
John Steven was our neighbor in Klamath, he and his wife Ann fed us when our house was disfunctional, took us to their ranch when things were, well...
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. The day I retire, I'm sawing Bill's desk in half with it, then he can have it.