Off Topic For armistice day, I give you the Canadian Forestry Corps

[phantomknives]

it's exactly what it sounds like, they didnt have enough lumber on the front so they got lumberjacks on the front, Below is a more detailed post made by imgur user canadianhambone

https://i.imgur.com/Y3FI4MU.jpg

 

[rjdankert]

https://www.fpac.ca/paying-tribute-to-the-canadian-forestry-corps/


Bob

 

[Hairy Clipper]

Phantom-I love the poster. For some reason the horse and human era is where I wish I were. One of my great uncles ran away from home when he 13 years old and went west to the Montana/Idaho area and earned his living as a cowboy and rodeo rider and in the winter time he would hire out to drive teams of horses pulling giant sleds stacked with logs. I had a glass plate negative of one of these teams and sleds full of logs. The thing I found so amazing is he sat atop the stack to drive the team and using the height of the horses withers as a scale estimated the logs to be 45-50 feet long and the stack about 30 feet high! Some of these logs were larger in diameter than the horses were tall. Ben eventually came back to the southern Minnesota prairie in the 1930s and farmed with horses on 140 acres, he never owned or used a tractor. When I was a much smaller, maybe 6 or 7 years old, dad and one of mom's brothers with me tagging along went to Ben's farm (about 1958), Ben had a couple of dead trees he needed cut down and brought up near the house for firewood to heat and cook with. Once the trees were felled Ben brought Daisy and Dolly up in harness and connected some leather straps to a log chain wrapped around the trees and on command the Belgian sisters leaned into the harnesses, the metal in the chain rattled and the leather straps creaked and the trees started moving. The steam getting blown out their huge nostrils was like watching the steam locomotives we would see in the movies, only this was real unadulterated horse power! I don't don't remember which one was older, but, there was 2 years age difference between them. So strong, so large, so handsome, so docile, so mild mannered, so cooperative. I never knew Ben to not walk with two canes. I have always wondered if all the rodeos riding he did caused it or if it was genetic. He always wore Osh Kosh Bigosh bib overalls and he was out in a field with the team and a wagon when he fell down and could not get up. Ben told me the horses could see the trouble he was having and moved enough to turn the wagon around and one of them leaned forward and bit down on the straps of those Osh Kosh overalls and picked him up and got him to his feet ... totally unprompted! As the old saying goes ... many moon go by.

An old friend once said, "the measure of a man can be seen when a job is at hand and before starting it he brings all the tools that will be required for the job without someone telling him what to go get. He just knows what to do."

I have told this story about the horses picking Ben up several times over the years and many do not believe it. Susan Butcher, 4-time Iditarod Champion, tells a story about some of her sled dogs saving her from dying after breaking through the ice on an Alaskan River. The last three minutes provides some insight to the animal/human connection. It is worth watching!

I think the same could be said about the measure of our animal friends.

rjdankert-That is a cool photograph and article.

 

[Dusty One]

Great articles and video.....