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Lil-Rokslider
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"Lower-case-w wilderness" indicates that it wasn't designated Wilderness. So...noMotorized equipment in the wilderness huh?
I didn’t read anything about him being in ”designated wilderness “.Motorized equipment in the wilderness huh?
Anyone who ever would have known in that area is probably dead. But even if they weren't, I couldn't possibly care less about other people's false sense of ownership of public land.Every time a buddy of mine goes in and "clears blowdowns" it eats away at me as I cringe thinking about how easy it is now that anybody and everybody can get back in there.
I don't mind blowdown central, because it generally separates me from the rest of the public. So ya, I'd put "clearing" in the dumb category too. Kind of like shooting yourself in the foot.
Thanks for saying so. Yessir, 70 cc can push skip tooth through some wood!As an old sawyer, I'd say at least you have your chaps on! Looks like your running a skip tooth chain, at least you have half as much filing to do. Great story!
Oh, I'm quite sure every square inch of the lower 48 is already known to multiples of people that are still living......and new folks find their way in there every year, even with the blow downs. One year my buddy and I were scouting new areas and we got back in a long ways. We found a spot that looked like a spot that not many folks would ever find or even want to hike to. While we were stopped I looked down and saw a jar and opened it up. It was a geo-caching jar for folks to add their names to.........SMH.Anyone who ever would have known in that area is probably dead. But even if they weren't, I couldn't possibly care less about other people's false sense of ownership of public land.
Did you add it?Oh, I'm quite sure every square inch of the lower 48 is already known to multiples of people that are still living......and new folks find their way in there every year, even with the blow downs. One year my buddy and I were scouting new areas and we got back in a long ways. We found a spot that looked like a spot that not many folks would ever find or even want to hike to. While we were stopped I looked down and saw a jar and opened it up. It was a geo-caching jar for folks to add their names to.........SMH.
So lessons learned are don't listen to tips from taxidermists and spend more time glassing and less time chainsawing? I'm exhausted just reading
Ha! Awesome story man. That was a rad one. Hope to make it up there to the big timber one day.Dumbest thing: I had a Sunday off in logging camp and since the weather (water) was bad, I was planning on going to the ass end of a spur and hunt through the timber down to the beach. I hadn’t had tons of small craft experience in POW and it was a pretty good day to stay inland and an even better day to stay in the bunkhouse.
A riggin kid named Sam had missed a buck a few days prior and seeing how the roads were getting hammered, he really wanted to go check out this spot I’d been motoring over and hunting, with great results.
He finally talks me into going against my better judgement as the weather breaks. We launched from the dock and get past the log pond. A little breezy, but good to go..
we get to the smack middle of the inlet and holy smokes, the chop hits us. I make it across and hang close to the beach and watch the weather, feeling like I’ve already bitten off more than I or the little 14’ skiff can handle.
“Sam, I don’t think we should try it.”
” I know you can do it.”
I say the hell with it, put on the life jacket, make him get his on , pushed on the tiller and away we go. The swells and the chop were so hard upon us as we make our way diagonally across a point, into the next inlet. It was everything I could do to keep the tiller and prop headed in the correct direction. The water did it’s best to upen our puny little boat, but the bow always rose up and headed to the old log dump, where we intended to tie up. After 45 watery and scary minutes, we made it to nutkwa and went hunting. I took a nice buck, and the crossing back, while rough, was nothing compared to what we had negotiated before.
I learned a lot about myself and handling a boat in rough water.