...I'm still trying to convince myself that I made a good decision.
Dude. Never do that. There are times, especially in the winter when you're just cold, wet, hungry, tired and your entire crew is absolutely miserable, but the greedy managers who zip around in heated trucks all day just keep cracking the whip. Sometimes it's just time to go home, and it takes a real, live grown man to know when the time truely comes. Cowboys are just that--a buncha boys--who sometimes don't know when to quit and just end up making all of their subordinates (wives included) miserable, or even getting people hurt/killed. Sounds like the bucket mighta just been faster and easier anyways. It's just tree work. Sure there's a time to man-up and git-er-done, but just never, ever, ever, ever derive your sense of identity from your work stamina. Really, really bad idea. Your marriage won't last long either.
Grendel: If everyone in the world owned your chainsaws... there would be no more war. Then again... there'd be no trees left either.
Willie: Like Mick said... rspect!!
Crispy Piss Fir. Probably 85'x 30". Just had to prune a little plumb across town and then drive over to turn this into firewood. Pretty fun day all around... off at 1:00 pm, and good to have Andy back from his vacation. Nice now that the ground is dry and hard as a rock to drop big sticks onto without cratering the lawn...
Man, this saw got ugly fast. Never paint yer saw gents.
Ended up a tad low on my far corner.