Sure as shit, Cory.
To me it is more about mastering a trade.
Making perfect cuts with very sharp saws is part of that.
I spend a lot of time installing the pride of mastery into apprentices, which is why I'm such a stickler for the small stuff.
God ( Or whoever) knows we don't get paid very well for logging, so pretty much all we have going for us is the pride of being good at trade that is rapidly disappearing.
The harvesters are breathing down our necks in my part of the world.
Cory, it is all I have to give them. Pride!
We are a dying breed.
Richard, my partner, has woved to have me stuffed when I die, and donate me to the Field museum of natural history in Chicago, so they can display me next to their other dinosaur: Sue, the T-rex.
( If you don't know about her, look her up, and especially the woman, who found her).