ChazzyP
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We got back last evening after a week up in our rural Vermont hideaway. We got our camp up and running, and I spent a pleasant afternoon with the new, young County Forester, walking the hardwood stand of our lower property, then taking the Polaris Ranger up to our hilltop woodlot and meadow for a look at the maturity of that forest. My wife and I ran a couple errands and hung out on a rain day, then set about getting the splitter out the next and gathered a small stack of sugar maple bolts from a downed tree we'd left out back along our lower woods road, stowing them in the back of the side-by-side. We had another rainy morning, then added a partition to the center of the woodshed to better stack and separate our firewood which is temporarily sharing space with the splitter. Our last full day had us splitting and stocking that maple along with a bunch of large paper birch rounds we had in back of the dooryard. It was a good trip with time well-spent and enjoyed.
Our friend
el gigantor
told me to take a bunch of knife pics up there, but I never seem to get as many as I could and usually forget to take any scenic shots. I'll work backwards starting on the day we left, but these are actually a cheat as I went to snap a few of my carry just before the trip home and my phone was completely dead as the almost zero signal at our head of valley camp just eats battery. I shot these on the wood pile back here on Cape. These pics should be self-incriminating as there's no oak in hardwood stands as far north we are in Vermont.
This knife always carries a sentimental Vermont vibe for me as it arrived the day before one of our Vermont trips and I carried or fondled it almost the whole week week we were up that time. It was my first Inkosi and, as much as I love the Annual-style nat Micarta on my similar large 31, I really like the older split-style inlays on this one too.
Here's a leftover shot from last year of some of that birch split and stocked in the Ranger to pull over to the woodshed. There were about 10 of the biggest rounds at the bottom of the back pile left that we finished up this year to put in the back of the shed...
...and here's a shot from last fall, a couple months after we'd brush-hogged our hilltop meadow after letting it go too long without cutting. The hulking mass of Mount Moosilauke is on the right, moving left to the twin peaks of Kinsman and then Lafayette, and, barely discernible in the last break, Jefferson, Adams, and Washington some, 45 miles away in the Presidential Range. The trees at the bottom of our field have grown a lot in the last ten years and are destined to be consumed in our wood stove, though we still have some brush-hogging left to do next trip up.
Our friend
el gigantor
told me to take a bunch of knife pics up there, but I never seem to get as many as I could and usually forget to take any scenic shots. I'll work backwards starting on the day we left, but these are actually a cheat as I went to snap a few of my carry just before the trip home and my phone was completely dead as the almost zero signal at our head of valley camp just eats battery. I shot these on the wood pile back here on Cape. These pics should be self-incriminating as there's no oak in hardwood stands as far north we are in Vermont.This knife always carries a sentimental Vermont vibe for me as it arrived the day before one of our Vermont trips and I carried or fondled it almost the whole week week we were up that time. It was my first Inkosi and, as much as I love the Annual-style nat Micarta on my similar large 31, I really like the older split-style inlays on this one too.
Here's a leftover shot from last year of some of that birch split and stocked in the Ranger to pull over to the woodshed. There were about 10 of the biggest rounds at the bottom of the back pile left that we finished up this year to put in the back of the shed...
...and here's a shot from last fall, a couple months after we'd brush-hogged our hilltop meadow after letting it go too long without cutting. The hulking mass of Mount Moosilauke is on the right, moving left to the twin peaks of Kinsman and then Lafayette, and, barely discernible in the last break, Jefferson, Adams, and Washington some, 45 miles away in the Presidential Range. The trees at the bottom of our field have grown a lot in the last ten years and are destined to be consumed in our wood stove, though we still have some brush-hogging left to do next trip up.
