Impalervlad
ArboristSite Member
I used to tell my friends about how relaxing it was to split wood but since they didn't do any splitting they just looked at me, smiled and shook their heads.
I used to get a similar feeling with archery practice at the end of a particularly taxing day. But, my obsessive compulsive nature would take over and I would start stressing about the arrows hitting a fraction of an inch to the left or right.
When splitting wood, I don't care if it takes one or two or three strikes to make the split and I don't particularly care if I'm a hair to the right or left with the X27 (which has made a tremendous difference in how long I can last splitting).
My son called me up today and told me he had another pickup load of wood - all oak - for me. Sometimes he drops it off but I feel better if I can stop at the shop, drop off my commuter car and take the pickup home to unload and then do the switch back. The shop is only half a mile away and my son already works late at his car repair business. I lost track of how many loads have come to my house this way this year.
Anyway, I unloaded the wood, about 3/4 of a load of 8-14 inch diameter 16 inch rounds and 1/4 of 8 foot lengths of 2-4 inch branches. I was pretty much done for the day after having a particularly stressful consultants work day and driving the 65 mile round trip commute but, I decided to split a few rounds just to relax. A full 4x8 by 16 inch rick later, I've got about a third of the load split and stacked and I'm enjoying a bourbon and water or two or three and I can't even remember why I was so stressed out after work.
I just thought I would post this here because it's one of the only places where I know there are people that would understand.
I used to get a similar feeling with archery practice at the end of a particularly taxing day. But, my obsessive compulsive nature would take over and I would start stressing about the arrows hitting a fraction of an inch to the left or right.
When splitting wood, I don't care if it takes one or two or three strikes to make the split and I don't particularly care if I'm a hair to the right or left with the X27 (which has made a tremendous difference in how long I can last splitting).
My son called me up today and told me he had another pickup load of wood - all oak - for me. Sometimes he drops it off but I feel better if I can stop at the shop, drop off my commuter car and take the pickup home to unload and then do the switch back. The shop is only half a mile away and my son already works late at his car repair business. I lost track of how many loads have come to my house this way this year.
Anyway, I unloaded the wood, about 3/4 of a load of 8-14 inch diameter 16 inch rounds and 1/4 of 8 foot lengths of 2-4 inch branches. I was pretty much done for the day after having a particularly stressful consultants work day and driving the 65 mile round trip commute but, I decided to split a few rounds just to relax. A full 4x8 by 16 inch rick later, I've got about a third of the load split and stacked and I'm enjoying a bourbon and water or two or three and I can't even remember why I was so stressed out after work.
I just thought I would post this here because it's one of the only places where I know there are people that would understand.