Plus, Beater truck is revealed at last, another secret of the munk compound uncovered and exposed to the public eye.
There are more logs waiting, but this one was next in line for the "axe", and Ganga Ram got the nod. Tarwar got to tag along but did not see action. Ganga doesn't take long to delimb a modest tree of this size. I did not take every branch down before cutting the top off, because leaving some branches is key to the support while severing it in two.
Rolled the log downslope. If I were posing for an outdoor magazine I'd fire the firm who supplied the 'suit'. For years I've worn oversized clothing and from the image I have about the largest beer gut you can get and still eat pizza at night. I doubt my gut is of any importance to anyone but myself, but it's not that big. (For the record, the CIA snipers should know their target. If they look for the fat guy I can slip away unharmed. Maybe I should stop saying things like that- Rusty isn't here anymore and some of you might not laugh, but nervously glance at the phone pondering your civic duty.)
This time I did not break the rope holding the logs but stopped Beater in time.
That's about all I can think of to say. I wore better shoes because of the steep terrain. I had no business in flimsy tennis shoes chopping on a slope with a heavy khuk last time.
Sometimes the Ganga would ring a little. It was fun.
HI kukuris have not failed me. They have the number one spot in sales and in my heart for very good reason. Yeah, that's right; I'm biased. I'm prejudicial to a tool that does the job, looks great, scares the neighbors, delights my friends, troubles the cougars, and is just darn nice to have around the house or in the National Forest.
Pictures to follow. Honest. Somehow.
munk
There are more logs waiting, but this one was next in line for the "axe", and Ganga Ram got the nod. Tarwar got to tag along but did not see action. Ganga doesn't take long to delimb a modest tree of this size. I did not take every branch down before cutting the top off, because leaving some branches is key to the support while severing it in two.
Rolled the log downslope. If I were posing for an outdoor magazine I'd fire the firm who supplied the 'suit'. For years I've worn oversized clothing and from the image I have about the largest beer gut you can get and still eat pizza at night. I doubt my gut is of any importance to anyone but myself, but it's not that big. (For the record, the CIA snipers should know their target. If they look for the fat guy I can slip away unharmed. Maybe I should stop saying things like that- Rusty isn't here anymore and some of you might not laugh, but nervously glance at the phone pondering your civic duty.)
This time I did not break the rope holding the logs but stopped Beater in time.
That's about all I can think of to say. I wore better shoes because of the steep terrain. I had no business in flimsy tennis shoes chopping on a slope with a heavy khuk last time.
Sometimes the Ganga would ring a little. It was fun.
HI kukuris have not failed me. They have the number one spot in sales and in my heart for very good reason. Yeah, that's right; I'm biased. I'm prejudicial to a tool that does the job, looks great, scares the neighbors, delights my friends, troubles the cougars, and is just darn nice to have around the house or in the National Forest.
Pictures to follow. Honest. Somehow.
munk
It is good to see that they will learn the appreciation and use of a good tool from their dad. Those fun times with dad and little lessons thrown in are a special sharing and learning expirience that they will carry with them forever. Looks like lots of fun to boot!
