Sometimes I get a little wild when I'm tossing splits out of the brush, and it happens. Something gets hit. This time it was my saw, again. No harm done, as always. It's tough.
Here is where I was splitting and throwing them from, as is my routine.
Once they're piled next to the trail, then it's loading and hauling.
- Quads, hailing from Grand Marsh Observatory atop Elk Castle Hill