Showing posts with label logging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label logging. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Wood for the winter

Sorry for the blog silence on my end. The end of November heralded numerous writing deadlines I had hanging over me. When December 1 hit and the pressure was off, I engaged in some heavy-duty literary laziness. I didn't even delete the 75 spam comments I had piled up on the blog until this morning.

But we haven't been entirely idle over the last week. We did, among much else, a lot of firewood.

Normally we purchase a logging truck of pulp logs about every three years for firewood. We finished up the last of the logs in the spring, but rather than order another shipment, we decided to harvest some dead trees off our property instead. Lots cheaper and it needs to get done anyway.

Don's handy with dropping trees, but he called in a professional logger to deal with one massive pine in the bull pen. One bad cut and it would smash the barn. Don knows his limitations.



This logger is the fellow who normally delivers our logging trucks of logs, so we knew him already. Nice guy who knows his stuff. Since he was here anyway, we had him take down three other trees...


...as well as several dead trees just across the fence on our neighbor's property (with their permission, of course -- they also wanted the firewood).


The first thing we did was shoo the cows down into the pasture for the day. Can't risk them getting crushed.


The next thing was for Don to remove this section of fence. It was the only logical place for the trees to fall, so he took it down so it could be rebuilt later.



He also removed the railroad tie post.



The tallest tree in the exact middle of the photo is the tree coming down. There are a couple smaller dead trees to the right which will be cut.


The logger got right to work with confidence. As trees go, this one was a piece of cake for him.


Timber!!!



Big tree.


Don watched while the logger got started on the other two trees. Though the one he's working on is a lot smaller, it's leaning in such a way that would send it straight into the barn if not cut precisely right.


Half the job is using a chainsaw; the other half is the judicious use of wedges to get the tree to fall properly. (Everyone knows why they're fluorescent colors, right? It's so they're easy to spot on the forest floor when loggers are out in the woods.)



The logger was very careful and took his time.



Then the tree finally came down, it fell precisely where the logger wanted it.


Here are the three downed trees from the bull pen. The logger also took down a large fir a few yards away. Can you see why we won't need to buy firewood this year? The biggest tree is pine, the others are fir. Pine has a poor BTU rating for firewood, but it burns and it's free, so we'll use it. (And don't worry, we scrub our stovepipe free of creosote every month or so.)


When the cows were let back up from the field, they found their landscape altered.


The next day, Don started limbing the trees.


Meanwhile I split more rounds that had been cut earlier.


Don got through limbing one tree, cut it into lengths, and started yarding the logs in the driveway.


Then he cut them into rounds. (He's using an electric chainsaw, in case you're wondering about the cord.)


We split and stacked and split and stacked until the side porch was brim-full of wood.



A brief snowfall decorated the rounds and made them look very pretty.


Then we split and stack and split and stacked some more, until the front porch was as full as it could be.



This makes something of a wall right outside our front door, but it's a nice sight, in my opinion.


Mr. Darcy seems to find it cozy.


Some people have expressed concern about rodents and moisture when the wood is stacked so close the house. All I can say is, in 15 years of stacking firewood this way, we've never had an iota of trouble. If we kept it stacked like this over the summer, then maybe; but over winter? Nah. And we'll use it up before spring.

After this, we put the log splitter away. We have many more logs still to cut up, but this is all the firewood we'll need through most of the winter, so we'll wait on the others.

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Happy logs?

I was coming back from a nearby town a few days ago and found myself behind a logging truck.


I noticed one of the logs had a happy face.


Is this a happy log or a happy logger?

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Treetop daredevil

We had some big dead trees that needed to come down


Don is pretty handy at taking down dead trees, even large ones, but these were worrisome because they loomed right over our barn. Monsters this size would absolutely crush it if they came down wrong. Felling them would require a delicate touch.

So after inquiring around who might be qualified to tackle these giants, we got hold of a highly recommended tree faller who went by the interesting nickname of "Screech." Everyone we talked to said, "Screech. Get hold of Screech, he's the best man for the job." So we did.

He was whip-thin and cheerful.


Screech wasn't just going to chop down the trees. He was going to top them, to make sure nothing fell on the barn roof. This meant climbing waaaaay up. He started by attiring himself in climbing gear...


...which included these vicious-looking blades strapped to his boots, for giving him leverage on the tree trunk.


Screech told us he and his brother used to have a tree service in California, taking down palm trees, and said palms are surprisingly nasty to climb, hence the blades.

Then, without further ado (and without, I might add, a hardhat or head protection of any kind), he climbed up the tallest tree.


It was amazing (and a little bit terrifying) to watch this treetop daredevil in action. With utter confidence, he climbed and climbed, taking down limbs as he went.



His chainsaw was surprisingly small -- Don said it had a 16-inch bar -- and since some of the trees were close together, he would frequently lean over and trim off branches from other trees one-handedly.


Then, leaning over from the tallest tree, he topped the adjacent tree.




Then he squared up the tree he was in, which was indisputably the tallest of the bunch.


And up he went.




In short order, he cut off the tree's top 40 or 50 feet.



As the top came crashing to the ground 200 feet below, Screech let out loud, well, screech of exhilaration along the lines of "Yeeee-haaaaaaaa!" "He certainly enjoys his work," I said to Don, and we grinned. It was clear Screech was having a blast.

I'd never seen such daredevil confidence with a chainsaw. He was fast, clean, and sharp.


When not in use, the saw dangled from a rope.


When the first part of the aerial acrobatics was complete, Screech descended to the ground. Leaning a ladder against another tree (already limbed and topped), he tied a rope and had Don hold it well out of range of the tree's height. The tree needed juuuuust a bit of persuasion to fall in the correct direction (away from the barn), and Don provided that tiny bit of leverage while Screech cut and hammered in wedges.


Down it came, exactly where planned.


A couple other trees also needed guidance, since they were leaning dangerously into the barn, but this time they needed more than a helping hand; they needed a helping tractor. Screech climbed up, limbing as he went, then tied a rope around 30 feet up...


...tied at the other end to the tractor. Don's job was to keep the tree taunt and steady while Screech hammered in the wedges, then to back up slowly as the tree started to topple to encourage it to fall where it needed to fall.



The tree fell exactly on target.


This brought down about half the trees.


Screech paused for lunch and to sharpen his sawblade, then spent a little time cleaning up.



I went for a walk in the afternoon, and on the way home I spotted Screech way up another tree. You can see the barn corner below him.


He limbed the branches as he climbed up.



Once he got the tree top off, he lopped off sections on his way down.


The very last tree he took down was the very first one he climbed up: the tallest. He had already topped it, but now he needed to take down the trunk.


To do this, he shinnied up the trunk, ripping off the dry bark as he did (so his boot spikes could grip the wood better).


When he got to the top, he started lopping off sections, working his way down.




At the end of the day, we asked him to keep the trio of trunks closest to the barn awning high. We may use these to support an additional awning some time in the future.


To watch a master virtuoso of the chain saw was unbelievable. Not a single limb hit the roof of the barn. No wonder Screech has the excellent reputation he has!

The view behind the barn is now quite different.


Now came the task of cleaning up.


Don spent several days at this: yarding the trunks and logs into one location, piling the branches and other burnables into an enormous pile for burning later in the season.




He then built a proper fence across the feedlot (before this we had a temporary fence made of cattle panels), with a slidable gate.


Now we can move the cattle off the eaten-down pasture side of the property back into the woods, another seasonal milestone.