When I was way young we had a friend of the family who was a surveyor by trade and quite an outdoorsman and a character, big drinker and fighter. Uncle Phil we called him. Phil ran saws a fair amount bushwacking for survey lines. He always said that when a saw wouldn't stop acting up he would...
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