Tractors and wood! Show your pics

[Jstpssng]

Oh my, you don't know the fourth of it...they are ages 4, 11,12 and 13. That just means down the road, 7, 14,15 and 16! Someone once lamented that I probably wanted boys and I was like, "oh...the boys will come, trust me!"

Thanks for the kindness as I do appreciate the offer. Frankfort and Winterport is not that far away actually, but I'll be alright. I was just trying to explain the situation and came across as whinning. It may be, but I still think it is a low person that steals, much less one from someone having cancer and trying to pay his property taxes.

It is tough with the paper mills closing, and I understand the lower prices hurting, BUT my wood was hauled and he was paid for it. You know how it works; haul it by Friday at noon and get paid that very Friday night. When he was down at the local bar living it up, then the next day saying how broke he was, I had enough. I understand not working everyday, but excuses are excuses after awhile. 45 days? That is a long time when your wood has ben felled, hauled off, made into paper and boards and you have nothing but stumps to show for it.

You were coming across as frustrated, not whining. Guys like those who cut for you give the entire industry a bad name... and I suspect that you were trying to give them a break.As I said before, most of that type have gone down the road, thanks not only to the MFS but reputable companies like my employer who chose not to do business with them.

There was an elderly couple living on 50 acres of grown in farmland, down the road from where I grew up; I used to spend a lot of time down there. After he passed away in 1981 she had the lot cut- actually they raped it- and moved to her son's place in Florida. I didn't find out until about 10 years ago that she never got paid for the wood, which is why she moved to Florida. I asked my father "Why in the H*** did you send me to foresty school, if you couldn't even tell me about that? I would have had the MFS involved in a heartbeat, that's what we pay taxes for.

 

[Brucester]

My customer was impressed with this. The left end of the log is about another 2 feet outside of the pic.

 

[Jstpssng]

My customer was impressed with this. The left end of the log is about another 2 feet outside of the pic.

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You are a lot braver than I am, that's a bit of a load to be on that hillside.

 

[/pine]

My customer was impressed with this. The left end of the log is about another 2 feet outside of the pic.

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Down...Simba...Down...!

 

[Molalla1]

Down...Simba...Down...!

I would hope the "other" end of the log is on the ground.

 

[terryknight]

Today I helped a neighbor do some clean up. couple weeks ago storms came through, blew over a live loblolly pine over which took out at least 2 dead trees.

starting by taking the rounds (he had already cut them i would have cut them in 8-10 ft sections and moved them with the forks) and loading them in the bucket and dumping them close to the road so he can load them up.

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then put on the forks and starting hauling 8-12 ft sections out.

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dragged some with a chain out where i could get them with the forks

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wound up with 3 piles for a total of 12 sections and then the pile of rounds

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[arrow]

Oh my, you don't know the fourth of it...they are ages 4, 11,12 and 13. That just means down the road, 7, 14,15 and 16! Someone once lamented that I probably wanted boys and I was like, "oh...the boys will come, trust me!"

Thanks for the kindness as I do appreciate the offer. Frankfort and Winterport is not that far away actually, but I'll be alright. I was just trying to explain the situation and came across as whinning. It may be, but I still think it is a low person that steals, much less one from someone having cancer and trying to pay his property taxes.

It is tough with the paper mills closing, and I understand the lower prices hurting, BUT my wood was hauled and he was paid for it. You know how it works; haul it by Friday at noon and get paid that very Friday night. When he was down at the local bar living it up, then the next day saying how broke he was, I had enough. I understand not working everyday, but excuses are excuses after awhile. 45 days? That is a long time when your wood has ben felled, hauled off, made into paper and boards and you have nothing but stumps to show for it.

I worked as a logger for 30 years but I did not own the company. My "boss" was as mean a person as you could possibly not desire. We had 3 types of logging: mill logs, firewood and pallet wood. The hardest by far was the "pallet wood" because you had to cut stems into 4' lengths and then throw them on a stake body whose lowest floor height was almost bh by itself. The top rows were killers. When one work slowed down, we jumped to another not to solely rely on "mill stems". This man was a wolverine incarnate as he dealt with all kinds of "non payment" issues and shouldered all the foibles that come along with owning logging equipment that was always breaking. I met him when I was 16 and he in his early 30's. He died at 54 years of age. He used to work as a contractor to defoliate power lines. I'm not sure what killed him but I am willing to bet his minute by minute stress quotient certainly lent to an early demise.
You seem of a much better temperament.

My wife just went through colon cancer. If you are on chemo, I know what you are going through. The prostate can be cut out and so can the thyroid. The liver can also take quite a bit of it re-section. With treatments today, many cancers are not the disease they used to be. You are going through **** right now but always keep looking at the end of the tunnel.

BTW, I had 3 girls who are now 34,35 and 39. yes, the boys will come...and go with all kinds of "delights" along the way.

 

[BrokenTrack]

I can't help but wonder how many photos of their mother are floating around the internet....

We are certainly is not confined to the internet. We are old fashioned I guess, because when we go out, we are often the best dressed in the restaurant. I am not sure if it is our love of the 1930's-1940's era where people always dressed up when they "went out", or if we are debunking that farmers have to have a piece of straw jammed between their only teeth, dungarees on, and a dirty baseball cap, but most times we are the only ones well dressed. We shock people when they find out we are farmers...and sheep farmers at that!! This site spans the globe so it may be different, but here in Maine most people just wear dirty jeans and a frumpy sweatshirt no matter where they are dining. It is kind of sad.

We love showing our daughters that "going out" is special, especially for a husband and wife upon a date. With 4 daughters and a farm, I do not date my wife nearly enough, but as the girls grow older I hope they see how their mom dresses up; to church, on dates with her husband, and out and about town. Sometimes we do have to run from barn to store to fix something that broke and cannot get all cleaned up to do so, but that is life. When we can, we hope to show our daughters that just because we are farmers does not mean we cannot have a little class.

And yes, Katie has been forced to do the opposite too, been dressed up and having to run out to the barn and tend to a new born baby lamb too. It happens...

 

[Molalla1]

We are certainly is not confined to the internet. We are old fashioned I guess, because when we go out, we are often the best dressed in the restaurant. I am not sure if it is our love of the 1930's-1940's era where people always dressed up when they "went out", or if we are debunking that farmers have to have a piece of straw jammed between their only teeth, dungarees on, and a dirty baseball cap, but most times we are the only ones well dressed. We shock people when they find out we are farmers...and sheep farmers at that!! This site spans the globe so it may be different, but here in Maine most people just wear dirty jeans and a frumpy sweatshirt no matter where they are dining. It is kind of sad.

We love showing our daughters that "going out" is special, especially for a husband and wife upon a date. With 4 daughters and a farm, I do not date my wife nearly enough, but as the girls grow older I hope they see how their mom dresses up; to church, on dates with her husband, and out and about town. Sometimes we do have to run from barn to store to fix something that broke and cannot get all cleaned up to do so, but that is life. When we can, we hope to show our daughters that just because we are farmers does not mean we cannot have a little class.

And yes, Katie has been forced to do the opposite too, been dressed up and having to run out to the barn and tend to a new born baby lamb too. It happens...

:thumbsup:, Young man, do your thing, and your wife also. Sounds like you all have a very good perspective on life.

 

[PhysAssist]

We are certainly is not confined to the internet.

And yes, Katie has been forced to do the opposite too, been dressed up and having to run out to the barn and tend to a new born baby lamb too. It happens...

Sounds like my definition of a true lady!

I wish you many more happy years of doing your own thing!