Right, nothing to whine about, mud is way worse.
The harvester had left one fine Norway Spruce behind............to thick for the poor lil' fellow.
So the forester asked my new apprentice to grab a saw, hike out and fell it, limb it and buck it to shipping container lengths...............bound for China.
Felling big trees really cranks her up, the bigger, the better.
Funnily enough, she tried to get out of falling a skinny 100 foot birch with no top weight.
It'll hang up on me, was the reason.
So I told her, I set you to thinning those Birch, because you are precise.
Just stand it on two stamp size hinge corners so it'll gain some momentum and drop it between the little Beech and the maple, it'll go down.
That was a lay less than a meter across, 30 meters out.
I hid behind a fat Beech to see how she did.
Slammed it right in the middle of the lay and I mean RIGHT in the middle.
She could have hammered a nail in with that tree.
As we were walking up for lunch, I asked her if that didn't feel pretty good................................yep, sure did!