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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by Shuster, Feb 7, 2019.
you know he's a logger - he stirs his coffee with his thumb.
WOW!...that's MORE than impressive.
I had to take down a LARGE Bradford Pear that was beginning to split apart and threatened my house. Nothing near what your video shows, but I have to pat myself on the back because every large limb fell roughly where I wanted it to, and ZERO damage to my (new) roof. The hardest part was cutting everything up small enough to put out by the curb for the city to pick up. Since they only do it once every thirty days, it took over three months to get it all gone......the city's guidelines dictate they will pick up a load that's approximately the volume of a VW Beetle each time without extra charge.
Sorry Tery, didn't see ya down there
I just want to be the guy driving the Last truck
I've watched the OP video many times... as inspiration before I fell trees... gotta love the dudes who do it every day and know the whole equation for making it land exactly on the spot... Generally, I never miss. But, I have been wrong before... just the once... and it was enough to remind me that I ain't an arborist who is expert... We got almost 6' of snow at the cabin and I expect there will be a bunch of downed trees when I get up there next....
There was an Irishman named McGrass
His bollocks were made out of brass
When he clanged them together
They played Stormy Weather
And flames shot out of his a**
One of the important lessons I learned when I joined with my wife's family was that loggers are not lumberjacks. No one here is sure what a lumberjack is; maybe they work in the mills?
@getbent, that's a heck of a picture! So many trucks today with big loads of "pecker poles".
I've been asking this question since 1996 and I've never gotten an answer.
If the opposite of win is loose what is the opposite of tight?
They prefer to be called "loggers."
The trees the loggers cut down here are all pretty small, mostly done with machines, very few loggers use chainsaws at all.
Mostly because the big timber was clear cut between the late 1800's and early 1900's by real lumberjacks with hand saws and axes. There's a little virgin timber left in Itasca State Park and there's the "lost 40". Outside of that very few big trees were missed by the timber companies that raped Minnesota.
With modern logging techniques they should have the whole state clear cut again before long.
When I worked in forestry, the actual job posting was "faller."
I drop about 50 trees a year on our property. Most from 80' to 100' tall. My dad fought forest fires during college summer breaks and taught me how to drop a tree regardless of which way it's leaning. 22 years later, I can drop a tree on a dime ... most of the time. The toughest trees to drop are the perfectly straight ones. I like a slightly windy day to fall trees, just because of that.
"Faller" and "logger" are the terms used up here.
Toto'sDaD were you wearing a check flannelette shirt and how were your actions received by neighbours et.al? Good one Mate!
When you have a bumper sticker on your pickup which says: “Spotted Owl, it’s what’s for dinner.”
you're a lumberjack when you lift up flat timber....
boom boom tish...
Or, "Earth First. We'll log the other planets later."
that was impressive for sure
I had a roommate who was doing logging for a while and that's what he told me. But technically I'm sure you're correct. Another friend of mine does timber cruises to evaluate stands of forests for harvesting. I'm sure I've heard him use the term "faller." Neither of them used "lumberjack."
On the other hand there's a married couple who have a tree service company here called "Lumberjack and Jill."
Yeah, I think "logger" is a more general term, separated into faller, chokerman, bucker, and so on.
The limbs of the tree were actually contacting the wires on windy days and causing sparks to fly. I decided it was a hazard and climbed up there with a chain saw and started whittling away. THEN, I saw the big limb that I thought I had notched out to fall away from the wires heading towards them! It didn't take long for me to calculate what was going to happen when the wires hit, I tossed the saw and turned lose and jumped right then! I was very fortunate not to have been seriously injured by the fall to earth.
The power company at first was going to charge me a lot of money for the call out, and repairs, and replacement of the transformer. It turns out however it was the power companies responsibility to keep the trees cut away from their utility lines, so I got away virtually clean on the deal. Good thing to, 'cause in those days, I lacked forty seven dollars having fifteen cents.
Needless to say, my wife and kids have a great story to bring up at family gatherings. I'm not sure that's my greatest act of stupidity, but it ranks up there pretty high.