I live next to a preserve. I heard someone whacking away on rounds that another neighbor rolled into the woods from a tree that fell. He’s not a burner and kinda strange, anyway. I’ve seen these logs and figures maybe I’ll roll into my yard after I get through the logs waiting for me to split are done.
This guy explains he’s part of a mountain bike club and has ridden and walked by these for a while. His legs have been bothering him. So instead of riding he came to split the logs because he enjoys it.
He sees the 6+ cords I have on pallets and asks if I sell firewood. I tell him no. Just heat my house with it. He says well I’m just going to pile this up and leave it if anyone wants it. I just enjoy splitting it!
Holy hell, this guy is splitting 36” rounds and leaving it for anyone! so. I’m anyone! It was a big tree. So rounds were cut small so they could be managed so almost all are shorties. I’m not complaining
This guy explains he’s part of a mountain bike club and has ridden and walked by these for a while. His legs have been bothering him. So instead of riding he came to split the logs because he enjoys it.
He sees the 6+ cords I have on pallets and asks if I sell firewood. I tell him no. Just heat my house with it. He says well I’m just going to pile this up and leave it if anyone wants it. I just enjoy splitting it!
Holy hell, this guy is splitting 36” rounds and leaving it for anyone! so. I’m anyone! It was a big tree. So rounds were cut small so they could be managed so almost all are shorties. I’m not complaining