💬 ⛈ The weather thread. The south braces for the weekend cold (Moved here for a few days since some of y'all will feel this.)

I've never had "the pleasure." The "cutting down trees" and "making firewood" thing happened one time when I was growing up. I was there to carry shit. The first time I had a fireplace was in the first house of mine. It was gas. The second? I bought all the wood.

Now, I have cut down trees since then. Chopped wood down to shavings. I held a license from the EPA for more than a decade for the tree part of the company I had in Memphis. Ain't no clue how they chop. It didn't matter at the time so I didn't think about soft/hard woods and chopping.

Literally. Today is the first day I've thought about splitting ash.
I'd bet most people couldn't identify an ash tree if they had to. Not many left around home, nothing but pine trees.
 
I'd bet most people couldn't identify an ash tree if they had to. Not many left around home, nothing but pine trees.
I can look at most trees and tell you what they are in a second or two. Give me a minute, if it's diseased, and I can tell you why and how.

Chopping it? Again, like I said, clueless until I've tried.

A cord is about $40, delivered. For the fire pits at friends houses...we just all throw in a "tenner" one day and it's delivered.

Don't tell me I'm lazy when you run from cold weather. 🙃
 
Speaking of,1993 LSU @ Alabama...first loss since second game of '91, happened to have oak chunks in yard for wood burner that needed to be split. As you said, great stress reliever......
That little neighborhood behind DCH, campus side of McFarland, Northport side of 15th. There was a steak house there; poor quality then.

Damn you.

We bought steaks out of the back door of that place, that night. We were just out walking around.

When the tornado came through and wiped all of that out...it was a "fuck" moment with me. That loss was a lot of those memories.
 
I can look at most trees and tell you what they are in a second or two. Give me a minute, if it's diseased, and I can tell you why and how.

Chopping it? Again, like I said, clueless until I've tried.

A cord is about $40, delivered. For the fire pits at friends houses...we just all throw in a "tenner" one day and it's delivered.

Don't tell me I'm lazy when you run from cold weather. 🙃
Hey running is exercise.
I've told you before how cheap my dad is, he wasn't paying for fire wood. Didn't pay for a riding mower or a weed eater until I left home.
I had a wood burning heater in our first house, loved that thing and yeah I cut, split, and stacked my own wood.
 
Years ago, my buddy's uncle, a tree surgeon, told me he needed a helper taking down a couple of pines, that his regular helper would not be available to help him. I could always use a few extra bucks. Learned that day that tree work was meant for other folks.

Also in my younger days, I was hired to help clear a property, down a hill to the Cahaba River. Worked all day, earned $50.00 and blisters
in both hands. Some work will just make you think differently if there is a next time.
 
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Years ago, my buddy's uncle, a tree surgeon, told me he needed a helper taking down a couple of pines, that his regular helper would not be available to help him. I could always use a few extra bucks. Learned that day that tree work was meant for other folks.

Also in my younger days, I was hired to help clear a property, down a hill to the Cahaba River. Worked all day, earned $50.00 and blisters
in both hands. Some work will just make you think differently if there is a next time.
Thanked my dad for teaching me what I didn't want to do at a young age, square bailing, pulp wooding, concrete work, etc.
 
Thanked my dad for teaching me what I didn't want to do at a young age, square bailing, pulp wooding, concrete work, etc.
My Dad was a brick mason by trade, didn't start residential general contracting (still doing his own masonry) until I was in high school. Being a brick mason's helper is no fun. Keep the mortar on the board and the brick or block in good supply. We put in a basement foundation in Sylacauga one summer, and it was over 100 degrees every day, and the PM thunderstorm cycle kept that red clay nice and sticky, and those 12-inch blocks heavy. My Dad told me, "I want you do enough of this so you won't want to do it the rest of your life." I said I already knew that, and he said, "no, I think you need some more convincing. While you're resting, bring me a few blocks." Then, as he began to do more general contracting, I inherited the ditch digging for water lines, putting in fiberglass insulation batts, putting shingle bundles on the ridgeline (to get a better price from the roofers), you name the strong back/weak mind stuff and that was me. Then once I was out of college and working, I started keeping his books on Quickbooks and our relationship matured. I started talking about what I was learning from the loan work as part of my exams, and he'd listen. We'd discuss his profit margins on homes, which were extremely high because he did so much of the labor himself. However, when we came home to visit, he'd still say "we've got a water line on the xx house", I knew that meant I'd be digging a ditch on that Saturday. I can't remember the last water line I dug for him. He made it easy, though. He'd take his Massey Ferguson with a single tine subsoiler and break up the dirt, rocks and roots, and much of my work was as much cleanout as digging.

I learned enough from him to be my own contractor for my last two houses. I did both while working full time. I'd love to build another now that I could be fully committed to it, probably will be a workshop with a little apartment if I can find some land close by.
 
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