We are both owners of massive hydraulic log splitters. His or mine gets loads of use. And in an hour’s time, the stack of split can be very impressive, like how could I burn all that in a winter, yet somehow, it’s gone in under two weeks.
Last fall, we put up mountains of split wood in our various caches, all covered from the impending winter, easier to extract when it’s in a building. The machine is fast, it’s powerful, the effectiveness of which one needs only to look upon ones efforts. And it’s lots of efforts.
But, inbetween times, again he or I, like a good old axe swinging session. At his house, you’re completely out of the wind, a building wall to the north, a second wall to the west and the spring sunshine pours down on us until we shed jackets.
The wood, birch, maple and ash, well-seasoned, pops with the axe slap, it’s easy, it’s fun, at least to us it is. And its not a competition, it’s just the two of us, enjoying the morning, and tomorrow will enjoy the morning in my wood lot.
Mine is quite a bit more exposed to the elements but the weather tomorrow is expected to be even warmer, no matter, will still split wood. And then again next week, the week after that, and then the week after that, and then…
- The Trout Whisperer
