Stalker62
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As I tramped around our little shoot on the last day of the season, it was only me and the Farmer.
Just a couple of hours wandering with a shotgun, and we got more 'business' done, with regard to the shoot that the rest of the year. He is a busy man.
Long short.
I need to fell a couple of ash trees and a couple of thorny bastard things, to try and make a 'flight pond' out of the Middle Pond on the shoot.
So I emptied the truck of everything else, and filled it will all the chainsaw paraphernalia that goes with the simple task of felling a tree.
The drama with this little job was that both trees were 'leaners' and they both leant back over the water.
The other little drama was that in order to get into a felling position, I had to be stood on a slope, which leads down to the water.
Not ideal.
The thorny bastards things, on the opposite side of the pond are a breeze and they are soon history.
The ash trees less so.
The first one comes off its stump, start to fall, gets hung up in the second ash and 'plants' itself upright into the earth. FFS!
A bit of judicious bore cutting and I mange to bring it safely to the ground.
I drag all the branches out of the way and go back for number two.
I try my very best to fell this onto dry earth, but it is nigh on impossible. She crashes to the waters edge and I am fcuked.
I soon make small work of the first tree, and then consider trying to winch the second tree out of the pond and up onto terra firma.
It turns out that when I emptied the truck to fill it with chainsaw stuff, I also emptied it of the winch controls. Looking at the size of this ash tree I think this is a blessing.
I give the Farmer, the good news. He will be busy for the next week or so, but he will get the tractor across at some stage and drag the offending tree out.
I am exhausted. I tell him there is no rush. There really is no rush...
I fill the truck to the gunnels with all the wood I have processed; and fully expect to get 'tugged' by the Old Bill on the way home for 'insecure load' or some such offence.
Somehow, I make it to my daughter's, and fill her log store with today's bounty. I would do anything for the family. They will inherit all of mydebts estate, when the time comes.
They can have anything I have. However, that said. Giving wood away causes me a physical pain.
They were having some work done on their house and somehow I am given two long lengths of oak that are going into their skip. I will slice them up back at home.
Can it be that I am the only one who suffers from such a meanness of heart when it comes to sharing wood?
Safely back at home, after successfully dodging the local Sheriff, I empty out the truck with my share of the loot, with the gleeful satisfaction that only a real miser understands.
Now it is time for a cold beer and a warm bath...
Just a couple of hours wandering with a shotgun, and we got more 'business' done, with regard to the shoot that the rest of the year. He is a busy man.
Long short.
I need to fell a couple of ash trees and a couple of thorny bastard things, to try and make a 'flight pond' out of the Middle Pond on the shoot.
So I emptied the truck of everything else, and filled it will all the chainsaw paraphernalia that goes with the simple task of felling a tree.
The drama with this little job was that both trees were 'leaners' and they both leant back over the water.
The other little drama was that in order to get into a felling position, I had to be stood on a slope, which leads down to the water.
Not ideal.
The thorny bastards things, on the opposite side of the pond are a breeze and they are soon history.
The ash trees less so.
The first one comes off its stump, start to fall, gets hung up in the second ash and 'plants' itself upright into the earth. FFS!
A bit of judicious bore cutting and I mange to bring it safely to the ground.
I drag all the branches out of the way and go back for number two.
I try my very best to fell this onto dry earth, but it is nigh on impossible. She crashes to the waters edge and I am fcuked.
I soon make small work of the first tree, and then consider trying to winch the second tree out of the pond and up onto terra firma.
It turns out that when I emptied the truck to fill it with chainsaw stuff, I also emptied it of the winch controls. Looking at the size of this ash tree I think this is a blessing.
I give the Farmer, the good news. He will be busy for the next week or so, but he will get the tractor across at some stage and drag the offending tree out.
I am exhausted. I tell him there is no rush. There really is no rush...
I fill the truck to the gunnels with all the wood I have processed; and fully expect to get 'tugged' by the Old Bill on the way home for 'insecure load' or some such offence.
Somehow, I make it to my daughter's, and fill her log store with today's bounty. I would do anything for the family. They will inherit all of my
They can have anything I have. However, that said. Giving wood away causes me a physical pain.
They were having some work done on their house and somehow I am given two long lengths of oak that are going into their skip. I will slice them up back at home.
Can it be that I am the only one who suffers from such a meanness of heart when it comes to sharing wood?
Safely back at home, after successfully dodging the local Sheriff, I empty out the truck with my share of the loot, with the gleeful satisfaction that only a real miser understands.
Now it is time for a cold beer and a warm bath...
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