I will start off by setting the scene. Last year it took me all spring/summer/fall to cut enough wood for the winter using an atv and small pull behind trailer. This year I have upgraded to a small chevy truck (s10 4x4) which has a broken frame, but still hauls wood. Hopefully it will hold until I get it welded up and hopefully it will increase my firewood production.
The first day I cut firewood, I scouted a good sized hickory that was blown over around a year and a half ago, but it was down a very steep powerline right-of-way. I figured that old s-10 should make it up with full load, even tho it has 4 completely bald tires and a broken frame. Surprisingly, it didn't spin a tire although the trail was covered in leaves. My gf all the while thinking I was going to pop a wheelie, as it was squatted pretty good, and with the incline, all i could see out the windshield was blue sky. At this point I was all pumped, these S-10's are awsome!. I got it home no problem. Now during the chore of cutting up this hickory to size, I happened to drop a 20 in (x) 18 inch round right on my foot! I knew I should have worn my steel toed boots as this blown over tree was right at waist height and of course the round didn't land squarely. As I was cutting through, as normal, the end dipped down and fell in a diagonal fashion, and the edge is what got my foot. Cheap leather tennis shoes shouldn't even go into the woods, much less cut firewood wearing them. Surprisingly the pain went away, until after I bucked and stacked my day's haul. Later that night I could barely walk. I was thinking the mistake of not wearing proper shoes had cost me at least a weeks worth of cutting.
I got up the next morning still limping, but walked it off. Later that evening, I decided it was time for day 2 of cutting. I got in my little wood hauler, fired it up, and took off. Yes I wore proper shoes this time.. ....Near where I found the hickory, I spotted a decent sized beech just begging to be cut, so cut it I did. My experience with many beech trees is that after you cut a notch, and start your back cut to get the tree to fall, the chances of the tree splitting up the trunk is very high, so I was very.. um.. alert to my surroundings to say the least. I notched it and started my back cut. As soon as the tree started to fall, I ran to my safe zone and watched as it just leaned over and stopped. I sneaked back down to the tree from my safe zone and cut another inch or so of back cut as the tree started to lean some more. I ran back to the safe zone and watched as the tree leaned over gently ever more, then stopped again. Dang! I thought to myself. I looked and looked and could not see anything holding it, and decided it still needed some back cut. I stuck the tip of my saw into the back cut and gave it another 1/2 inch of cut. This time it fell. Then I realized something. I parked my truck in this trail and cut this huge tree behind the truck! Dead end road. Only way out is where this tree is blocking the road.
I cut the brush out of the top, tossed it aside and starting cutting everything 2inches and greater, being ever so alert as to not get my saw stuck or have anything happen to my saw as this would mean walking back home. Trust me, this would be a bad idea. It would not surprise me to come back to someone vandalizing my truck, if not burn it for fun. (Didn't used to be this way until people started using our property to ride atvs, hunt, and just all around trespass and dump garbage) Anyways......i got a clear path opened up and man did I feel relieved having not been.. "trapped" by my own fallen tree. Again I loaded the s-10 until it was squatted. My hitch dragging on every rock and ditch I came to. Got this load home and I felt very tired. I laid down on the couch and took me a nice little nap. Strangely some kind of banging awoke me. It sounded like wood banging together! I looked outside and my gf was unloading the truck, and stacking what didn't need to be split. What a woman!... I went out and helped her finish up. Tomorrow is another day and it supposed to be a bit warmer. Thinking about cutting again tomorrow.
First day = almost broke my foot
Second day = could have stranded myself and lost a truck.
Have fun, enjoy the time in the woods, and don't forget your safety gear.
Lets hear how your first few days of cutting season went!
The first day I cut firewood, I scouted a good sized hickory that was blown over around a year and a half ago, but it was down a very steep powerline right-of-way. I figured that old s-10 should make it up with full load, even tho it has 4 completely bald tires and a broken frame. Surprisingly, it didn't spin a tire although the trail was covered in leaves. My gf all the while thinking I was going to pop a wheelie, as it was squatted pretty good, and with the incline, all i could see out the windshield was blue sky. At this point I was all pumped, these S-10's are awsome!. I got it home no problem. Now during the chore of cutting up this hickory to size, I happened to drop a 20 in (x) 18 inch round right on my foot! I knew I should have worn my steel toed boots as this blown over tree was right at waist height and of course the round didn't land squarely. As I was cutting through, as normal, the end dipped down and fell in a diagonal fashion, and the edge is what got my foot. Cheap leather tennis shoes shouldn't even go into the woods, much less cut firewood wearing them. Surprisingly the pain went away, until after I bucked and stacked my day's haul. Later that night I could barely walk. I was thinking the mistake of not wearing proper shoes had cost me at least a weeks worth of cutting.
I got up the next morning still limping, but walked it off. Later that evening, I decided it was time for day 2 of cutting. I got in my little wood hauler, fired it up, and took off. Yes I wore proper shoes this time.. ....Near where I found the hickory, I spotted a decent sized beech just begging to be cut, so cut it I did. My experience with many beech trees is that after you cut a notch, and start your back cut to get the tree to fall, the chances of the tree splitting up the trunk is very high, so I was very.. um.. alert to my surroundings to say the least. I notched it and started my back cut. As soon as the tree started to fall, I ran to my safe zone and watched as it just leaned over and stopped. I sneaked back down to the tree from my safe zone and cut another inch or so of back cut as the tree started to lean some more. I ran back to the safe zone and watched as the tree leaned over gently ever more, then stopped again. Dang! I thought to myself. I looked and looked and could not see anything holding it, and decided it still needed some back cut. I stuck the tip of my saw into the back cut and gave it another 1/2 inch of cut. This time it fell. Then I realized something. I parked my truck in this trail and cut this huge tree behind the truck! Dead end road. Only way out is where this tree is blocking the road.
I cut the brush out of the top, tossed it aside and starting cutting everything 2inches and greater, being ever so alert as to not get my saw stuck or have anything happen to my saw as this would mean walking back home. Trust me, this would be a bad idea. It would not surprise me to come back to someone vandalizing my truck, if not burn it for fun. (Didn't used to be this way until people started using our property to ride atvs, hunt, and just all around trespass and dump garbage) Anyways......i got a clear path opened up and man did I feel relieved having not been.. "trapped" by my own fallen tree. Again I loaded the s-10 until it was squatted. My hitch dragging on every rock and ditch I came to. Got this load home and I felt very tired. I laid down on the couch and took me a nice little nap. Strangely some kind of banging awoke me. It sounded like wood banging together! I looked outside and my gf was unloading the truck, and stacking what didn't need to be split. What a woman!... I went out and helped her finish up. Tomorrow is another day and it supposed to be a bit warmer. Thinking about cutting again tomorrow.
First day = almost broke my foot
Second day = could have stranded myself and lost a truck.
Have fun, enjoy the time in the woods, and don't forget your safety gear.
Lets hear how your first few days of cutting season went!