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Doesn't it always happen in 3's. I once set my saw in a burned out cavern of a redwood stump. Even covered it up with my chaps. Figuring it was safe from the rain that was forcast to come over the weekend, and it rained, too. When I showed up Monday morning to go work, a long hike up the...

Out in the timber lands many a work-saw is laid down to slumber through the night. Ah, but to be re-awoke by their master so early in the morning, with a new sharp chain, a tug on the rope, and a crack of the throttle, they reveal the meaning of their life.

Cutting a split limb is like having a tiger by the tail.