I've cut wood with my dad since I was a little kid. I'm not sure when I started cutting with him, maybe 6 or 8 years old. I still remember that I'd take the hatchet my grandpa gave me and whack on some logs while my dad ran a saw. And back then a wood cutting trip often included a break for learning to shoot a .22.
Now that I'm in my mid 30's with my own house to heat, we still cut together. Two houses to heat, three wood stoves, four saws, two trucks. My sister, almost 30 years old, had never experienced the fun of wood cutting until yesterday. My dad had an opportunity to cut some logging leftovers, my sister had the day off, and she wanted to see what it was all about. She posed for pics with his Husky and helped load his GMC. I hear she even split some rounds!
I went back with dad this morning and filled his GMC again, plus my Toyota for my girlfriend's parents. My GF's dad was telling me last week that alder is his favorite firewood, and there happened to be a good pile of alder available. He's been nothing but great to me, but he thinks fir gunks his chimney, has a slammer instal, and is chronically behind on wood
Anyway, pics attached of my sister yesterday posing with dad's Husky, their load yesterday, me today, and our hauls from today. All in the pissing rain too.
Sister wants to actually learn to run a saw so we're trying to coordinate our schedules to get her out running my 290.
Now that I'm in my mid 30's with my own house to heat, we still cut together. Two houses to heat, three wood stoves, four saws, two trucks. My sister, almost 30 years old, had never experienced the fun of wood cutting until yesterday. My dad had an opportunity to cut some logging leftovers, my sister had the day off, and she wanted to see what it was all about. She posed for pics with his Husky and helped load his GMC. I hear she even split some rounds!
I went back with dad this morning and filled his GMC again, plus my Toyota for my girlfriend's parents. My GF's dad was telling me last week that alder is his favorite firewood, and there happened to be a good pile of alder available. He's been nothing but great to me, but he thinks fir gunks his chimney, has a slammer instal, and is chronically behind on wood
Anyway, pics attached of my sister yesterday posing with dad's Husky, their load yesterday, me today, and our hauls from today. All in the pissing rain too.
Sister wants to actually learn to run a saw so we're trying to coordinate our schedules to get her out running my 290.