Went way out of town, to a farm. Dropped 4 dead cottonwoods, big and rotten. Laid one over and it was perfectly hollow with about 2-3 inches of good wood. Tops had been blown out some years ago. It hits and I go to disc it out for the HO and I see something to the right of me moving around. Biggest freakin coon I have ever seen trying to get out. He must have been rocked pretty good as when he took off, it was at a slow trot, not a dead on sprint like normal. Felt bad for the guy, all sleepin and ****. Then I go to lay over another, this one is in real bad shape, read the good wood and set up a fiddle block to make sure it goes where I want it. Got the boy on the line, pulling hard......... maybe to hard, I barley nick this thing and it just comes apart, collapses and goes to the side. We probably could have pulled it over without a saw. It hits and just explodes. Then the smell hits, ewwwwwwwe. Rotten wood with a bazillon bugs and worm dirt. Hit another, go to start cutting and 20-30 mice come flying out of every hole. It was madness. They all scatter around the wood that's on the ground, so then, as go around making everything small, every time we move a piece, there goes a mouse. Trying to run up my leg, into our gear pile. It was kinda funny. HO had 5 cats, all sitting on the deck watching this, like they where keeping tabs for when we left. Last one was solid and at the point where it is hard as concrete but very light. I must have looked like Arnold picking up the massive chunks and pitching them into a pile. Picked up a few G's in checks from others. Good day.
Today, we are only doing a small job in the afternoon. It is a sloppy mess out there and the saws are horribly dirty...........everything is, so we are staying in this AM to get everything back in order. Sitting about 3 weeks out and I have a crap load of stumps to do when the ground dries up.
