Another great scrounge day. I'm actually getting a little nervous about my run of decent luck here. Might have to sacrifice a chicken to the scrounge gods to keep them appeased.
I started of cleaning up the ironwood that was in the spot where the new stove is going and a sugar maple that was blown down by the fuel barrels.
Plus side of the sugar maple is that it was split in half almost the whole way so it was dry.
Next I went on trail cleanup on our property. First was a sugar maple top that was rotted with some bald 4" branches. In the trailer you go branches.
I headed down the trail to a small popple that needed removed. On the way I found 2 sugar maple dead tops like this.
Popple scrounged and split and on the trailer.
Onto a spruce that was in the trail a ways up.
The limbing took longer than the cutting and splitting. Lol
Now I took the trail around to where I got the iron wood the other day and to take the dead one next to it.
I now have a full load.... got turned around and headed out.
For some reason the the foreman was raising hell over by the popple with the blown out base I showed the other day.
All of a sudden.......what.....do.....we.....have......here?????
There's a bald tree about 16" inches at the base lodged between two trees.
I grabbed the saw and cut a wedge out of the top to see what it was. By the way the saw was cutting and the rice like chips I knew it was hard.
I made an upcut from the bottom to see if I could get it to drop. I heard a crack.
Good enough. Yelled at the foreman to get back by the wheeler and I grabbed the fiskars.
I took to beating on the notch from the side and schlump it fell right down.
I cut the end off. No idea what it is except it's not popple or pine and a hardwood.
I got one to split in the field but the next one the fiskars came back at me. So I loaded the rounds up and headed home
Those pieces you see with the cracks split ok. I have 4 that could be noodled but I think I'll leave them since they are standing dead.
Great day considering it started as a little cleanup.
God I love scrounging.
ETA - the foreman is pooped.