putting the saw to work
My little smokehouse project has officially started. I can't show you the end product until much later, and well it's not finished, heck I'm still just felling the trees. I can however show you few sneaky bits of the early stages of the build, the sourcing of the building materials, which almost didn't happen at all this week as I've been knocked off my feet with that bug that's been going around town. What a doozy.
I really loathe sickness, I have too much stuff I want to do, and sickness is just a barrier to being active. But after years of being told to rest up, I holed up in bed for a few days, completely inactive (as much as it brought on mental frustration). It's a really sure way to beat the odd bug - keep up the fluids and rest like a bear in hibernation. I came out of hibernation today and pulled the starter chord on the Stihl and got busy. I had enough energy to drop about 20 decent size trees. I'm using an introduced species of pine, the Monetary Pine to be precise. It's a forestry species that has escaped the confines of the plantation forest and entered our native bush and has become a real problem 'weed tree'. So when I asked the land owner Peter if he'd like me to remove a bunch of them from his eucalyptus forest, there was zero hesitation.
I took Henry and Kate along, more for safety reasons, it's never a good idea to work a chainsaw alone, and well, hell I like the good company too! Henry stood (sat) watch from the Jeep, and Kate helped out with the logs and when she was freed up she instinctively started a camp fire and set to work on the cuppa break. Spoilt rotten I am.
I didn't get as much done as I'd have liked, but that's life. You just hit back at it in the morning and get on with it.
Oh and if you ever need to buy a chainsaw, don't just buy the biggest one you can buy. Consider a little gem that's light and may just fit the work load you require. It's a man thing to be dismissive of small things (no doubt a penis problem). But if men could just get over the big car, big speed boat and most expensive road big issue then we'd surely have some happier, more content fellas.
My saw is a the smallest in its range and most blokes laugh at me when I pull it out and I get the old 'juggling saw' jokes, but at the end of a session my shoulders and arms don't ache as much. Yes it's a Stihl, no I'm not sponsored by them, but I'm okay to say that they make good tools. I'm not advocating one brand over another...I'd also be happy with a Husqvarna, I'm just explaining that I prefer to use well-built tools and not cheap quality, they never tend to last more than a year before needing to be replaced. And I'm not telling you how to do things, this is just what works for me.
Come smoko time I was bushed. Zapped in fact. I had a strong cup of Earl Grey and a stint staring at the warming yellow flames. I recharged and got back on the job. It's amazing what a cuppa and some flame gazing can do to a man's soul.
After a session on the saw, I'm enjoying a wine and these amazing broccoli fritters that Kate whipped up. If you don't like broccoli then you'll be a sure convert after eating these. Maybe I should take a photo of them. Nah...I'll just enjoy this meal. No camera needed.