The old big inch chainsaws have turned into trophy items, many are restored, repainted and shelved. I'm sad when I see that, the history is gone. They should be cleaned up some, but left in the state they were found. A well worn example can tell tales of an age long gone, doing things that can only be dreamed of now. When I handle an old monster, I am there.
A flashback. Mud to the knees, sawdust in my shirt, bar oil drooling down my back...the sting of fresh cable cuts...can smell the crushed vegetation and freshly churned earth, that special sense of wariness when you are about to kick a giant in the ankle, adrenaline pounding in the ears as the steel hits the bark... all alone in a cloud of noise, smoke, chips... Mac vibes to the shoulders...rocking on a plank with the pull of the chain, a head splitting distance to the ground...
There wasn't much glory to be had, just the satisfaction of doing the best you could and going home under your own power.
Falling big timber was work and was easy compared to bucking, I burnt more cat's lives bucking and the degree of competence required was far higher than for falling.
Much respect RandyMac...tip of the cap. Great pictures and stories.
RMac,
What model is that Stihl?
YUP!The old big inch chainsaws have turned into trophy items, many are restored, repainted and shelved. I'm sad when I see that, the history is gone. They should be cleaned up some, but left in the state they were found. A well worn example can tell tales of an age long gone, doing things that can only be dreamed of now. When I handle an old monster, I am there.
A flashback. Mud to the knees, sawdust in my shirt, bar oil drooling down my back...the sting of fresh cable cuts...can smell the crushed vegetation and freshly churned earth, that special sense of wariness when you are about to kick a giant in the ankle, adrenaline pounding in the ears as the steel hits the bark... all alone in a cloud of noise, smoke, chips... Mac vibes to the shoulders...rocking on a plank with the pull of the chain, a head splitting distance to the ground...
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