Log Lifting Success!

IMG_1024O.k., so I’m sitting here in the shop, no kidding, and I have two chainsaws torn apart, I’m dirty, and I’m thinking, “sawdust (and my personal favorite, wood shavings) is clean dirt.  Everything else is just dirt”.  And I’m dirty.  Hmph.

I’m just finishing up what was, for my part, a banner weekend for the Bronze Oak Leaf shop.  I’m sipping a beer, listening to the Pirates, and thought this might be an ideal time to spew out another stream of unconscious babble for my three or four dedicated readers.  Aren’t you lucky.

The saws are alright, just some carburetor adjustments, cleaning, and the reluctant realization that I probably am due to buy some new bars and chains.  What, they don’t last forever?

I spent one evening and just a few hours in the morning up in Benezette, Pa, loading some nice storm-damage white pines.  I don’t know what happened up there, but something came through and decided that most of the standing trees in one little area had to go.  Cheap opportunist that I am, I was there to clean up some of the mess.

My brother, whose camp was right in the eye of the storm, sent me some pics of the damage and asked if I was interested in coming up and trying out my new log-loading arch.  Are you kidding?  A nice day in the woods; free lumber; beautiful white pine; and free lumber?  I’m in.

Most of it was handy to the lane to camp.  Some of it was a little further out.  Nothing was too hard to get (not for a free-lumber-hound like me, anyway), and we happily put the log-lifter to work.  Heck, we were there about a half-hour on Friday evening and decided to change into pants and go to work.  I think my brother was more excited to see it work than I was.  What can I say; I knew it would work.

And work it did.  There was some learning curve with how best to hitch and drag, but after awhile we were log-loading fools.  What a blast.  There is little that is more fun than handling big, heavy logs with minimal effort, working like gentlemen, and dragging home a fully-loaded, 10,000 lb. trailer.  The truck knew we had a load on, but towed it just the way it should for the three-hour ride home.

I now have six big white pine logs that I’ll have to talk my sawyer into cutting for me.  He’s retired, and understandably likes work in dribs and drabs, rather than being hammered by a ton of work at one time.  Can you blame him?

So now I have a species that heretofore has been foreign to the hardwood-loving Bronze Oak Leaf Shop.  I recently built a couple small boxes from some white pine I had lying around for several years, and have to admit that it’s a pleasure to work with.  It’s kind of like a .45 1911; you may not use it much, but it’s a must-have for your collection.  Now I have 600-700 boardfeet of white pine that I can use to build something interesting.

Drop me a line or two if you want more information on the log-lifting arch.  Without it this weekend would have been rather boring.


About Sam

Young, good-looking, manly--you get the picture. Novice woodworker with just too much rolling around upstairs to keep to myself. Random thoughts, philosophical questions, the occasional flash of insight or just dumb luck that needs to be shared with anyone who cares.
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