We got back from a week at our Vermont camp and acreage late Thursday night. It rained for most of our time there so I had little opportunity for pics and no chance to post from the land of many trees and few microwaves with no internet at the cabin and weak, spotty cell signal.
I usually take a dozen or so knives up with me, a few knife tools, and my SharpMaker. I also usually, though unintentionally, end up carrying the same knife I had in pocket on the way up for the first few days. That was my oldest-aged but most newly-acquired Cheburkov Scout/Snatch hybrid which stayed with me all of last weekend.
The Arius got a little carry, attention, and use around the cabin and yard while the others mostly got fondled during idle moments.
When we head out into the woods or fields walking or working I usually switch to my bright orange, homing beacon Endura, but riding out in the Ranger on our lower acreage's woods road we encountered a substantial fallen sugar maple balancing on a beech spring pole hanging over the way through and stopped to drop the pair, cutting the boles to stove length, and chopping up the tops and limbs to slash pile. The Cheburkov was still with me and stayed well-clipped in pocket, though I must have checked it at least a couple dozen times over an hour's work.
Mid-week the weather broke for a while and we headed out to work on our hilltop meadow at our acreage up the road which we have let go for a few years without cutting. There are a few dozen 2-3 foot tall white pines popping up all over and the beech trees have started about a 25x50 grove of hundred-or-so tightly grouped 6-8 foot saplings in an upper corner of that one acre field. Our consulting forester Markus says, "the forest always wins", and we set about fighting back a bit.
We've got a DR Sprint which is essentially a string trimmer with two good sized rear wheels that can be fitted with an oversized circular blade sporting a saw chain. We loaded that in the Ranger along with a bunch of tools and set about cutting back all that incursion, but only got about halfway through the upper part when storm clouds, thunder, and lightning approached from the south, so we loaded back up and drove back down our gravel access road and the disused part of the town road and back to camp. Here's what's left of that corner's growth to deal with on our next time up and a few pics of the DR, Beaver Blade, and my bright orange Endura.
