RandyMac
Stiff Member
I took a 40 hour class, and I know everything.
I had similar training like Gologit, a decade or so later. I was hired by one of my Grandad's buddies, my illustrious title was "second sawyer". I packed the gear, cleared the sites, bucked what he felled, was allowed to fall only what he said to. Everything I did was watched closely, enforced by thrown rocks and terse words. There was little room for error, being an inch off while bucking a large OG Redwood, meant big bucks lost. I have a clear picture in my mind, of old Ray, sitting on a fresh stump, smoking a bad cigar, a handfull of rocks at the ready.
I had similar training like Gologit, a decade or so later. I was hired by one of my Grandad's buddies, my illustrious title was "second sawyer". I packed the gear, cleared the sites, bucked what he felled, was allowed to fall only what he said to. Everything I did was watched closely, enforced by thrown rocks and terse words. There was little room for error, being an inch off while bucking a large OG Redwood, meant big bucks lost. I have a clear picture in my mind, of old Ray, sitting on a fresh stump, smoking a bad cigar, a handfull of rocks at the ready.
Your mentor threw rocks at you too, eh? My uncle did that. The first time it happened I asked him why and he said "What you're doing is so damn dangerous I didn't want to get too close". He then proceeded to correct me and show me the way it was supposed to be done.
