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Since I got winded out of falling today which means no skidding... and the log truck needed pulled out of the mud, I decided to run a couple loads of rock to the landing.

Fuel gauge in the truck does not work, or the temp, original oil pressure, I think the ALT gauge is working???

Anyway its been a few weeks since I needed the ole thing and I couldn't remember how many miles where on the odometer when I filled it up...

Ran my two loads without a hitch, other then the high range not working for the first 20 miles (ice?)... picked up the "war department" on the first run since the pit is the other side of the house...

Drive by like 4000 gas stations cause I wanted to hit the one with non ethenol fuel...











Tank holds 24 gallons, I put in 23.98...
 
Since I got winded out of falling today which means no skidding... and the log truck needed pulled out of the mud, I decided to run a couple loads of rock to the landing.

Fuel gauge in the truck does not work, or the temp, original oil pressure, I think the ALT gauge is working???

Anyway its been a few weeks since I needed the ole thing and I couldn't remember how many miles where on the odometer when I filled it up...

Ran my two loads without a hitch, other then the high range not working for the first 20 miles (ice?)... picked up the "war department" on the first run since the pit is the other side of the house...

Drive by like 4000 gas stations cause I wanted to hit the one with non ethenol fuel...











Tank holds 24 gallons, I put in 23.98...


Might want to carry a spare fuel filter for awhile.
 
Just got a text from a friend. In this text was a CL link to an ad that read, as follows:

"Compensation -- NO PAY I have a ton of timber on my property. I want to get it logged and pocket some serious cash. Who should I be talking to?"

Had to laugh. What, does that homeowner think that both cruising and logging are free?
 
Just got a text from a friend. In this text was a CL link to an ad that read, as follows:

"Compensation -- NO PAY I have a ton of timber on my property. I want to get it logged and pocket some serious cash. Who should I be talking to?"

Had to laugh. What, does that homeowner think that both cruising and logging are free?


Hmmmm...maybe you could hook him up with HBRN, make videos of the entire process, sell them to one of the networks, and retire a rich man.
 
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You guys may enjoy this ,was found in my workers grandmas garage stuck in a book ,when they were cleaning it out ,this was hand typed on a piece of paper i scanned
was maybe written in the 30's or 40's was about his great great uncle ,looks like Logging was similar back then as it is today ,minus the fancy shovels and whatnot

There's a Simpson working circle
Their headquarters are down in town
In their half-a-million dollar office
They are easily to be found
The ladies in their nylons
And gentlemen in their shorts
Are listening to the radio
And checking on the sports
They can sit in their warm office
And watch the fishes sw im
But they're depending on the loggers
To bring the money in.
They expect the timber fallers
To cut those big trees down
And the high ball bucker on them
Before they hit the ground
The rigger's high up in the sky
Taking the snow and freeze
While the rig up boys are making a noise
And really hitting the breeze
The hooker and the riggin' Slinger
Are out on that rough ground
A helping choker setters
The whole crew ' s on the bound
The punk he stands with a whiristle in his hands
A shivering Like a dog in the weeds
While the engineer without a fear
Keeps shifting to higher speeds.
The chaser is stout, but he's all pooped out
From pulling the slack he needs
The loader man with the levers in his hands
Is loading those log trucks
While the friver lads are sitting in the cabs
A thinking of their hard lucks
The boss with the rest is doing is best
And that I will retell
He's out with the rest, a doing is best
To keep that Working Circle from squalling to beat hell.
Now that Working Circ1e
They're aII good folks we know
But when it cormes to considering the logger
- We feel they're a little slow
Some of the boys say they fust neglect
And some say they have no respect
For the damned old dirty Logger
Who is out there in the wet
They furnish them a crummy
That's cold, dirty, and full of filth
And a rougher ridin' son of a bitch
OId Henry never built.
Now to that Working Cirtle
The logger extend an invite
to join with them at five A.M.
And stay with them "til night
We'II pick a day that is raining hard
And the hills are covered with snow
Then water will be rinniry down their legs
Before itrs time to go
Soaked through the hide
And chilled to the bone,
(over)
Werll load them in the crummY and
Rough ride them to home sweet home
By treating then so nicelY
In their water soaked seats
They might consider a crew truck
That's got cushions and some heat.

By Boney Loertscher
 
You guys may enjoy this ,was found in my workers grandmas garage stuck in a book ,when they were cleaning it out ,this was hand typed on a piece of paper i scanned
was maybe written in the 30's or 40's was about his great great uncle ,looks like Logging was similar back then as it is today ,minus the fancy shovels and whatnot

There's a Simpson working circle
Their headquarters are down in town
In their half-a-million dollar office
They are easily to be found
The ladies in their nylons
And gentlemen in their shorts
Are listening to the radio
And checking on the sports
They can sit in their warm office
And watch the fishes sw im
But they're depending on the loggers
To bring the money in.
They expect the timber fallers
To cut those big trees down
And the high ball bucker on them
Before they hit the ground
The rigger's high up in the sky
Taking the snow and freeze
While the rig up boys are making a noise
And really hitting the breeze
The hooker and the riggin' Slinger
Are out on that rough ground
A helping choker setters
The whole crew ' s on the bound
The punk he stands with a whiristle in his hands
A shivering Like a dog in the weeds
While the engineer without a fear
Keeps shifting to higher speeds.
The chaser is stout, but he's all pooped out
From pulling the slack he needs
The loader man with the levers in his hands
Is loading those log trucks
While the friver lads are sitting in the cabs
A thinking of their hard lucks
The boss with the rest is doing is best
And that I will retell
He's out with the rest, a doing is best
To keep that Working Circle from squalling to beat hell.
Now that Working Circ1e
They're aII good folks we know
But when it cormes to considering the logger
- We feel they're a little slow
Some of the boys say they fust neglect
And some say they have no respect
For the damned old dirty Logger
Who is out there in the wet
They furnish them a crummy
That's cold, dirty, and full of filth
And a rougher ridin' son of a *****
OId Henry never built.
Now to that Working Cirtle
The logger extend an invite
to join with them at five A.M.
And stay with them "til night
We'II pick a day that is raining hard
And the hills are covered with snow
Then water will be rinniry down their legs
Before itrs time to go
Soaked through the hide
And chilled to the bone,
(over)
Werll load them in the crummY and
Rough ride them to home sweet home
By treating then so nicelY
In their water soaked seats
They might consider a crew truck
That's got cushions and some heat.

By Boney Loertscher
Weird that Bob and Randy aren't mentioned;):bowdown:
 
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