I spent last sunday cleaning the lunchwagon and filling it up with chains, bars, files etc, then took it out to the forest.
I hate pulling that thing in heavy traffic, a sunday afternoon is way better.
We started logging monday, so I'm pretty beat right now. Getting back in logging shape after a lay-off sure doesn't get any easier with age and leukemia.
It is luxury logging!
A clear cut in mature Beech.
There was an understory of worthless birch and maple, some 45 feet tall. 1000 springpoles waiting for a careless or unlucky faller.
Then somebody got the brilliant idea of sending the feller buncher in and clearing it all off.
There was a forwarder near by, so it all ended up stacked for chipping by the road. The smart part is, that with the price of biomass, plus the money saved because the forwarder doesn't havce to mess around in a bunch of broken small trees, that operation paid for itself.
And now it is like logging at a golf course
Richard is on vacation this week, so his dogs are staying with me, which makes Thais ever so happy.
