@treebilly - how was the trade show
How'd it go today?
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treebilly
Student of the Jedi. OH-7106A
It was good. A lot of the classes didn’t appeal to me but I got some CEU’s. Talked to a lot of vendors about their products. Aspen is shipping me a case of premix to try out. It’s alkolite or whatever Stig always talked about. Vermeer wants me to meet with an engineer to go over some things I feel they could improve on. We will see if they actually reach out. Best part was catching up with friends I don’t get to see often. Not sure if I’ll go next year yet. It’ll be in St. Louis.
Got a few things done at the house this morning. About to go get cold and get a light work out in to warm back up. Water temp is 40 F so it should be a good plunge. Then I have my last Cinderella ball to attend. Abigail is really excited.
And I really wish I would’ve went to sleep instead of watching that fight last night. Very disappointing. Should’ve known but was hoping to see Tyson serve it up at 58 years old. Oh well
Got a few things done at the house this morning. About to go get cold and get a light work out in to warm back up. Water temp is 40 F so it should be a good plunge. Then I have my last Cinderella ball to attend. Abigail is really excited.
And I really wish I would’ve went to sleep instead of watching that fight last night. Very disappointing. Should’ve known but was hoping to see Tyson serve it up at 58 years old. Oh well
Nutball
TreeHouser
I like Aspen. I wish it was cheaper and more available. I add a little oil to make it 40:1 to put my mind at ease. Almost no smell burned or unburned, and I'm not left smelling like exhaust at the end of the day. Saws do seem to need to be retuned to run properly on it, but autotune takes care of that.
treebilly
Student of the Jedi. OH-7106A
I put my ice jigs in over night but the ambient temp in the garage is helping to get it cooler. Some nights I forget and the temp is around 50-55 the next morning. Just gotta stay in a bit longer. I think I’m cutting it close for Christmas if I order the grizzly now. I should ask the wife what she was planning on getting me😉
Nutball
TreeHouser
flushcut
TreeHouser
It depends. Certain parts of WI grew hemp for the WW1 war effort with great success. It could also be an illegal grow, hell there are even legal grows for CBD oil.
flushcut
TreeHouser
What parts?
Kaveman
Treehouser
I'm on a train! It's 1:05am, I've got two redbulls in me, and I'm both stoked and tired as hell. First time on a train, but it's dark as a well diggers arse outside, so there's sweet nothing to look at really.
Went out riding with the boys earlier, and Dani followed in her Rav4. Helped a pair of young native ladies unstuck their Chevy. They were just up the trail road from where we stopped to turn around, and slid into the ditch trying to back up and turn themselves down hill. The road was quite icy, so Dave took the wheel and Dawson and I pushed, bounced and wiggled the lifted Silverado til she was out of the ditch. Unfortunately it was at 90° to the road, on a sheet of snow-packed-to-ice, and with quite a drop in front.
Standing at the front bumper, I realized that I had decent traction in a narrow strip of melted off roadway, just about as wide as my boot. So I snatched the driver's side haul out hook and heaved. The truck moved a fraction. The boys saw and immediately understood. Dawson braced up at the passenger rear quarter, and acted as the pivot point, while Dave cut the wheel and added his substantial muscle to mine. Using the slick pack ice to our advantage, we slid the truck around like a sofa on hardwood flooring. Pretty neat job, if I do say so myself, and I do!
These Georgia boots might be cheap, but they keep doing the job, they're not the best I've ever owned, but I'm impressed with what my $200 has gotten me so far. They're holding up really well to everything I've dished out at them. I've got them on right now, because any time I travel, or enter into uncertainty, I lace up. If I'm to go out young, I intend to die with my boots on.
.........
Left via the historic La Posada Hotel, of Winslow AZ, riding the Southwest Chief on BNSF's TransCon westward into the darkness. The station is unmanned, simply a platform behind the once great hotel, one of the long string of "Harvey Houses", built to cater to the Santa Fe line. The Turquoise room is still in operation, as is the hotel, and giftshop. The location also houses an art exhibit, and is on the register of historic places. It's a beautiful, sprawling, Spanish inspired building, considered to be Ann Colter's masterpiece.
Went out riding with the boys earlier, and Dani followed in her Rav4. Helped a pair of young native ladies unstuck their Chevy. They were just up the trail road from where we stopped to turn around, and slid into the ditch trying to back up and turn themselves down hill. The road was quite icy, so Dave took the wheel and Dawson and I pushed, bounced and wiggled the lifted Silverado til she was out of the ditch. Unfortunately it was at 90° to the road, on a sheet of snow-packed-to-ice, and with quite a drop in front.
Standing at the front bumper, I realized that I had decent traction in a narrow strip of melted off roadway, just about as wide as my boot. So I snatched the driver's side haul out hook and heaved. The truck moved a fraction. The boys saw and immediately understood. Dawson braced up at the passenger rear quarter, and acted as the pivot point, while Dave cut the wheel and added his substantial muscle to mine. Using the slick pack ice to our advantage, we slid the truck around like a sofa on hardwood flooring. Pretty neat job, if I do say so myself, and I do!
These Georgia boots might be cheap, but they keep doing the job, they're not the best I've ever owned, but I'm impressed with what my $200 has gotten me so far. They're holding up really well to everything I've dished out at them. I've got them on right now, because any time I travel, or enter into uncertainty, I lace up. If I'm to go out young, I intend to die with my boots on.
.........
Left via the historic La Posada Hotel, of Winslow AZ, riding the Southwest Chief on BNSF's TransCon westward into the darkness. The station is unmanned, simply a platform behind the once great hotel, one of the long string of "Harvey Houses", built to cater to the Santa Fe line. The Turquoise room is still in operation, as is the hotel, and giftshop. The location also houses an art exhibit, and is on the register of historic places. It's a beautiful, sprawling, Spanish inspired building, considered to be Ann Colter's masterpiece.
Kaveman
Treehouser
I'm on a train! It's 1:05am, I've got two redbulls in me, and I'm both stoked and tired as hell. First time on a train, but it's dark as a well diggers arse outside, so there's sweet nothing to look at really.
Went out riding with the boys earlier, and Dani followed in her Rav4. Helped a pair of young native ladies unstuck their Chevy. They were just up the trail road from where we stopped to turn around, and slid into the ditch trying to back up and turn themselves down hill. The road was quite icy, so Dave took the wheel and Dawson and I pushed, bounced and wiggled the lifted Silverado til she was out of the ditch. Unfortunately it was at 90° to the road, on a sheet of snow-packed-to-ice, and with quite a drop in front.
Standing at the front bumper, I realized that I had decent traction in a narrow strip of melted off roadway, just about as wide as my boot. So I snatched the driver's side haul out hook and heaved. The truck moved a fraction. The boys saw and immediately understood. Dawson braced up at the passenger rear quarter, and acted as the pivot point, while Dave cut the wheel and added his substantial muscle to mine. Using the slick pack ice to our advantage, we slid the truck around like a sofa on hardwood flooring. Pretty neat job, if I do say so myself, and I do!
These Georgia boots might be cheap, but they keep doing the job, they're not the best I've ever owned, but I'm impressed with what my $200 has gotten me so far. They're holding up really well to everything I've dished out at them. I've got them on right now, because any time I travel, or enter into uncertainty, I lace up. If I'm to go out young, I intend to die with my boots on.
.........
Left via the historic La Posada Hotel, of Winslow AZ, riding the Southwest Chief on BNSF's TransCon westward into the darkness. The station is unmanned, simply a platform behind the once great hotel, one of the long string of "Harvey Houses", built to cater to the Santa Fe line. The Turquoise room is still in operation, as is the hotel, and giftshop. The location also houses an art exhibit, and is on the register of historic places. It's a beautiful, sprawling, Spanish inspired building, considered to be Ann Colter's masterpiece.
If I weren't so familiar with this stretch of Arizona, I'd have no clue where I am, but even in the pitch black outside my window, I can spot some landmarks. I-40 is one, and I've an idea of our location because we're bow on the north side. Soon we hit Flagstaff, and west of that, I'm completely unfamiliar with the rails and their path. I wish I could have seen much of this in daylight, from my window seat on the upper level of an Amtrak Superliner. The sensation of the motion is oddly familiar, eerily close to the ride in the top bunk of a Freightliner semi truck. Some of the bumps and thumps are just as jarring, some are much more so. A few jolts have been downright violent, and I'm all for it, this is cool!
Went out riding with the boys earlier, and Dani followed in her Rav4. Helped a pair of young native ladies unstuck their Chevy. They were just up the trail road from where we stopped to turn around, and slid into the ditch trying to back up and turn themselves down hill. The road was quite icy, so Dave took the wheel and Dawson and I pushed, bounced and wiggled the lifted Silverado til she was out of the ditch. Unfortunately it was at 90° to the road, on a sheet of snow-packed-to-ice, and with quite a drop in front.
Standing at the front bumper, I realized that I had decent traction in a narrow strip of melted off roadway, just about as wide as my boot. So I snatched the driver's side haul out hook and heaved. The truck moved a fraction. The boys saw and immediately understood. Dawson braced up at the passenger rear quarter, and acted as the pivot point, while Dave cut the wheel and added his substantial muscle to mine. Using the slick pack ice to our advantage, we slid the truck around like a sofa on hardwood flooring. Pretty neat job, if I do say so myself, and I do!
These Georgia boots might be cheap, but they keep doing the job, they're not the best I've ever owned, but I'm impressed with what my $200 has gotten me so far. They're holding up really well to everything I've dished out at them. I've got them on right now, because any time I travel, or enter into uncertainty, I lace up. If I'm to go out young, I intend to die with my boots on.
.........
Left via the historic La Posada Hotel, of Winslow AZ, riding the Southwest Chief on BNSF's TransCon westward into the darkness. The station is unmanned, simply a platform behind the once great hotel, one of the long string of "Harvey Houses", built to cater to the Santa Fe line. The Turquoise room is still in operation, as is the hotel, and giftshop. The location also houses an art exhibit, and is on the register of historic places. It's a beautiful, sprawling, Spanish inspired building, considered to be Ann Colter's masterpiece.
If I weren't so familiar with this stretch of Arizona, I'd have no clue where I am, but even in the pitch black outside my window, I can spot some landmarks. I-40 is one, and I've an idea of our location because we're bow on the north side. Soon we hit Flagstaff, and west of that, I'm completely unfamiliar with the rails and their path. I wish I could have seen much of this in daylight, from my window seat on the upper level of an Amtrak Superliner. The sensation of the motion is oddly familiar, eerily close to the ride in the top bunk of a Freightliner semi truck. Some of the bumps and thumps are just as jarring, some are much more so. A few jolts have been downright violent, and I'm all for it, this is cool!
Nutball
TreeHouser
Somewhere along I90
CurSedVoyce
California Hillbilly
Kavey should be rollin in at the train station soon and we'll go grab a.bite before climbing back up the mountains
CurSedVoyce
California Hillbilly
Safe and sound. Work begins in the morning
Nutball
TreeHouser
Burnham
Woods walker
Nice runner.
You know what I'm gonna say, but still...wrap yer dadblamed thumbs!
You know what I'm gonna say, but still...wrap yer dadblamed thumbs!
Cobleskill
Treehouser
I find myself guilty once in a while. It should be a habit. It doesn't pay to get sloppy.
Burnham
Woods walker
It's an easy thing to overlook...especially when cutting rounds in a "controlled environment". But cutting rounds in a woodpile is a situation in which it is not hard at all for the bar tip to make contact with another log...kickback potential at its finest.
Nutball
TreeHouser
1) That was an old video, and I have noticed I am tending to wrap my thumbs lately.
2) Though I don't want to find out, and you are right about wrapping thumbs being safer, I think if kick were to happen with that grip, either my thumb would catch the the bar (because my tendency to not wrap my thumbs is due to an attempt at increased control, therefore that position has been found to be particularly effective) or worst case looks like my fist would go into the chain brake causing it to lock as well as stopping the kickback.
As always, feel free to bring it up whenever.
Oh, and I was able to do a search last night. The initial search for a keyword by a user within a specific date range failed (server error), but the same search without any word in the search box did pull up results by the searched user in the searched time frame.
2) Though I don't want to find out, and you are right about wrapping thumbs being safer, I think if kick were to happen with that grip, either my thumb would catch the the bar (because my tendency to not wrap my thumbs is due to an attempt at increased control, therefore that position has been found to be particularly effective) or worst case looks like my fist would go into the chain brake causing it to lock as well as stopping the kickback.
As always, feel free to bring it up whenever.
Oh, and I was able to do a search last night. The initial search for a keyword by a user within a specific date range failed (server error), but the same search without any word in the search box did pull up results by the searched user in the searched time frame.
Burnham
Woods walker
Interesting. I've never tried to search by date period. Probably because I likely have no good idea when what I'm looking for was posted 
.
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Burnham
Woods walker
I gave that a try; by date, on myself, with no keyword. Nothing after Aug. 5 in the database searched...
Nutball
TreeHouser
I didn't try after, nor did I expect it to work. That's a good indication that the problems started around that time.
Dave Shepard
Square peg, round world.
A very unusual for us brush fire.
