I rarely ever cut standing dead trees. There are so many already on the ground, and between those and the ones that will soon fall on their own, it keeps me busy enough without cutting the standing ones. This nice little dead white oak was easy pickings right next to the trail, with the snow-cover and all. Besides, it was going to someday fall across the trail anyway. So I cut it.
And wouldn't you know it, the one standing tree I cut down in a long time and the first thing it does is get hung up! Oh well. One cut at a time, kick it, one more cut, another kick...
...and eventually it's all on the ground and cut up.
I'm going to end up destroying my little old sled. Somehow I don't think it was designed for this, but I got every last piece of firewood from that tree on in one load! One word of advice; don't buy a round gas can. They're just not smart enough to stay put. I'm hoping someday I run over this one and wreck it, then I can justify buying a new one; a SQUARE one! I tied it to my 026, and even then the stupid round gas can tried to push my antique Wolf's Head bar oil bottle over the edge (is Wolf's Head still in business?). My 026 never falls off. My magnificent maul never falls off either. Is there anything that maul can't do?
Passing a few of my "woods stacks" on the way back home.
I made it almost the mile back home, about right here, before pieces of firewood starting tumbling off the sled!
- Quads, hailing from Grand Marsh Observatory atop Elk Castle Hill
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