woodworkingboy
TreeHouser
The story of Jake reminded me of the Polynesian harpooner, Queequeg, in Melville's "Moby Dick" A very interesting character how he took to his trade. He was the mate that shaved with his harpoon.
He taught me to hear and feel my hinge. To hear and see that dead top or widow-maker coming to get you. To feel that 7/8' manilla flipline as you were spurring up a 7 footer. To hear and feel your wedges as you were beating over a back-leaner. I just don't understand how you guys can truly hear, see, or feel with all that gear on. He also had an ability to tap into, and get his nervous system firing on all cylinders when it was go time. You could literally watch him get locked and loaded! I would like to think I picked up on some of it. I grew up in the woods and the logging lifestyle. The woods are my church, and working in them has a spiritual element to me. I don't want to get to deep on you, but I hope some of you can get a better understanding of where I'm coming from.
Rico, your story about Jake and his mentorship has elements of Zen and the martial arts...sure you realize that.
The zen aspect of what you reference seems to apply to all disciplines..."discipline" being the key. Tea ceremony, music, tree cutting, swordsmanship, medicine, sailing.....there are planes/levels of discernment and revelations that are only open to persons who continuously practice something and then who are "open" enough to connect the dots. I think there are profound understandings about activities we do that are available...some folks can tune into levels that others only get a glimmer of. To be able to tune into those levels at will is mastery.
I found your sharing of this to be intriguing. Things got sideways a bit but THIS (above) is what really got my attention...thanks for relating that.
No tear in a piece of gear/clothing went unmended and no boot went unwaxed.
This stuff is interesting. I've related over the years some of my logging exploits in the past. And these comments by you and Rico bring up some very valid points. When I was full tilt highballing it through my 20's working mostly all production crews the work and the life became very ritualistic to me. And thinking back it's what separated the cream, from well, all the rest. In camp I recall every aspect of my living becoming finely tuned for one purpose, logging. From the moment I woke to the moment I went to bed, every aspect of the day became more and more honed and ritualistic almost with one goal in mind. Production.
I remember those days very fondly. Espescially the isolated camp work. No internet, no phones, no distractions. The mind and body had a better chance to come together to focus. No tear in a piece of gear/clothing went unmended and no boot went unwaxed.
Now I'm not saying we all wandered about like monks. But there was an aspect of focus to the work that as I recall only the real high end guys had.
When I first viewed the video I noticed some issues I thought worth mentioning. I figured I would start with the undercut/backcut issues first, then move on to the other issues later. Maybe some around here could learn a thing or two? It wasn't long before some of the "experts" around here were making justifications for subpar cutting. A few continued with their witty comments about my lack of PPE (stig, murphy4trees). I then tried to give a little backstory as to why I do what I do. Its old-school wisdom that has keep me healthy and pretty for decades! The shit works. Deaf ears for the most part. Instead I was told to shut the frig up, but keep posting pics (been a long time since I let a grown man speak to me like that). I'm gonna honor Mick's request, and do just that!
So finally put this piggy to bed, or log deck anyway.
Had the big iron at my disposal all week. Excavator moved it in 8-10' pieces across the creek and to a log deck. Saw man on each side for double cutting. No real reaching over it. Less trouble than standing on it or climbing over it being neck high on me anyway on this terrain. Decked logs all day from previous visits. Dingosaurus, a loader and excavator.
We'll probably burn these with a bunch more over winter. Unless we get a chance to bring a couple home for slabbing.
Caption: "I have slain thy enemy, now it time for a beer!"