Logger/timber faller. I hike up and down steep hills, packing a big saw and and gas and oil jugs, falling trees and bucking them according to lengths and scale, or I’m hiking up and down hills packing an 85 pound block on my shoulders through fell and buck. or coils of haywire. Or setting one inch chokers on butt riggin. Or running a saw chasing for a shovel.
I can rig up a 100 foot tube yarder. I can splice cable. I can run a stacker or a log shovel. I’ve worked out on the rafting grounds building log rafts. I repair saws and maintain them. I can sort logs. I can help fix heavy equipment. I’ve helped drill and blast pits. Rain, hail, heat, wind, snow, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t come from a logging family, but when I found it, it was like a thirsty man in the desert finding water. I’m glad that I was able to work in the old growth of se AK, to live a job that is a dying lifestyle. It’s a hard life that requires tough men. I love the structure and the culture. No whining. No crying. NoHR. No excuses. It’s not something that is “just a paycheck “. Sadly,it’s coming to an end in the SE.
PS- I’m horrible in a dump truck.
When I’m not in camp, there’s always someone needing a tree fell.