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kill trees and party

A picture's worth a thousand words
Posted Friday, May 7th, 2010 by Pols

 

As you can see by the above picture, I didn't stand a chance.  I was born into my profession.  Being a lumberjack isn't something that a high school guidance counsellor advises you to become when you graduate, or something many kids aspire to do.  But, looking at the look of pure joy on my face, it's something I was destined for.  

I've been running around in the mountains and forest for as long as I can remember.  Hell, the first thing I learned how to drive was a bulldozer.  Weekends were spent being hauled around by Pops up logging roads or out at our small sawmill.  The days are long, and the work is dirty.  Sitting in the back of a crewcab snuggled between 2 guys who are easily 300+ lbs for 2 hours to and from work will make anyone claustrophobic.  Waist deep snow in the winter, mud up to your knees in the spring. Fires and ridiculously large bugs in the summer.  Meeting a loaded logging truck on a snowy road that's only wide enough for 1 vehicle and has a bank on one side, and a cliff on the other, will pucker your asshole faster than Furley can chug a Mt. Dew.  Not paying attention to what you're doing?  Well, you could easily lose a finger (just ask my old man about that), and that's if you're lucky.  I can count on one hand the number of "sick days" I've had the luxury of taking in the last 10 years.  

 

But, when this is the view from your "office", it's tough to want it any other way.