Fall time is logging time. Not that we are waiting till the last minute to get our firewood. This harvest will be drying for 2 years before we need it. We call it: planning ahead. Besides...what else do we have to do? Buck is always ready for a cool oak cutting day.
Mark is cutting it and I'm kicking it. How come I always get stuck with the harder job?
Must have steel toes for this work.
Must have muscles too. Those logs are heavy. I am saving on GYM membership again!
Our pile is ready to load.
Spitzers is helping to unload the first tree on the ranch.
If an oaktree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, does that still mean we will cut it up and take it to the ranch?
You betcha!
That was a dangerous tree. Half of it was suspended and would not pull off even for the truck yanking.
Mark had to cut the other half of it, which was still attached to the main tree. Instead of falling down, the tree jumped off the trunk and stood up on the ground still holding up the broken part.
Then we pulled it over with the truck and cut it up.
And here is the pile of two trees, a little over a cord, the result of the logging weekend.
If we stack it 4 feet high, how many cords can you fit into ten acres?
