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First, let me re-introduce myself. Due to the difficulty with my email getting hacked I had to re-register with BF. I tried to email SPARK to resolve the issue and get my old TAG but never recieved a reply.
I am Shane Justice. (Yeah, that guy.) Hence my new tag:
Same Old Shane
Anyhow, I was jumping through BF and came across numerous threads with pretty much the exact same topic, and I NEED SOME GOOD FOLKS TO EXPLAIN IT TO ME.
Truly I came back to the Busse forum because even when guys think I am wrong, they speak to me in a respectful tone.
Let me explain myself a bit. I am not a New Age odd ball.
If anything I put myself in the category of PRESERVATIONIST with the mind set that what we got is ALL we are gonna get. I LOVE THIS PLANET. And I accept God's desire for His children to act as good shepherds over all of His Flocks and Herds.
I pray all who read this can feel my meaning, no matter how their own heart may differ with my own faith.
Ok.....I am getting to my point.
This summer, even though I have been very sick for more than a year, my wife and I took our kids on our yearly camping trip. We had even reserved our favorite camp site.
As usual, we had the usual problems dodging ATV'S buzzing through the camp ground, and the sound of a hundred generators popping on at exactly 6AM. (The end of "quiet time" posted in the campground. But, honestly, I was just grateful to be there to see my kids, straight and tall, and living healthy in the exact same mountains that I grew up in.
In fact, our little camp, was the same site my Mom and Step-Dad brought to, 35 years before. Only then, there had been no trees. The site is in a flood plain that had been swept clean so many times that trees would not root. Back then there were maybe 20 tree in an acre.
Now our camp is surrounded by gorgeous mixed timber. Pine, spruce and even an odd cedar tree build an amazing forest.
All around our camp, every tree has been marked and scarred with heart filled initials cared so deep, the trunks are 1/2 inch deep in sap. Many trees are marked by some short prison with a hatchet, obviously so bored that whack in trees seemed more fun than not. And the nails, and screws and hooks, and spikes....yes the spikes that decorate the trees makes me more than a bit ill.
And finally, on our next to the last day....
These campground have lots of signs. 10 MPH. NO FIRES OUTSIDE FIRE RINGS. PLEASE PUT TRASH IN PROPER RECEPTICALS. And finally, "DO NOT CHOP, SAW OR CUT WOOD FROM STANDING TREES." You get the idea.
We had a new crew take over the site next to us. They had bikes and kayaks and every other manner of outdoor hoodoo. There were 3 couples in there late 20's. They looked like they stepped out of the LL Bean catalog.
None of us really took much time to do more than nod and wave. Then I heard the solid chunk of an axe in green wood. The re was all kinds of downed scrub around, all sizes. And there was wood for sale for those who don't want to get cruddy.
At first I thought maybe they were cutting some big scrub so it would fit in the fire ring. Then after several minutes I heard the unmistakable sound of a tall tree falling.
At that point I took notice. Dude had felled a live tree, with his own double-bitted axe. He had not even bothered to cut it close to the ground. There was the fresh yellow stump, protruding from the ground three feet high, about 12 inches across.
All I could think of, "Why?"
Why do people trek into the forest, all for the pleasure of experiencing the community of trees, and then pull out their favorite implement, and begin killing for no reason other than entertainment? ???
I see knife makers do this sometimes trying to prove how great their products are. Mostly they prove their lack of character, and their true ineptitude at woodsmanship.
Can anybody explain why people do this? Is it just to have a chance to pound a chest and feel "MANLY"?
PLEASE, I am so tired of seeing trees chopped down just to show-off a new toy that there are no words to describe it.
Same Old Shane
I am Shane Justice. (Yeah, that guy.) Hence my new tag:
Same Old Shane
Anyhow, I was jumping through BF and came across numerous threads with pretty much the exact same topic, and I NEED SOME GOOD FOLKS TO EXPLAIN IT TO ME.
Truly I came back to the Busse forum because even when guys think I am wrong, they speak to me in a respectful tone.
Let me explain myself a bit. I am not a New Age odd ball.
If anything I put myself in the category of PRESERVATIONIST with the mind set that what we got is ALL we are gonna get. I LOVE THIS PLANET. And I accept God's desire for His children to act as good shepherds over all of His Flocks and Herds.
I pray all who read this can feel my meaning, no matter how their own heart may differ with my own faith.
Ok.....I am getting to my point.
This summer, even though I have been very sick for more than a year, my wife and I took our kids on our yearly camping trip. We had even reserved our favorite camp site.
As usual, we had the usual problems dodging ATV'S buzzing through the camp ground, and the sound of a hundred generators popping on at exactly 6AM. (The end of "quiet time" posted in the campground. But, honestly, I was just grateful to be there to see my kids, straight and tall, and living healthy in the exact same mountains that I grew up in.
In fact, our little camp, was the same site my Mom and Step-Dad brought to, 35 years before. Only then, there had been no trees. The site is in a flood plain that had been swept clean so many times that trees would not root. Back then there were maybe 20 tree in an acre.
Now our camp is surrounded by gorgeous mixed timber. Pine, spruce and even an odd cedar tree build an amazing forest.
All around our camp, every tree has been marked and scarred with heart filled initials cared so deep, the trunks are 1/2 inch deep in sap. Many trees are marked by some short prison with a hatchet, obviously so bored that whack in trees seemed more fun than not. And the nails, and screws and hooks, and spikes....yes the spikes that decorate the trees makes me more than a bit ill.
And finally, on our next to the last day....
These campground have lots of signs. 10 MPH. NO FIRES OUTSIDE FIRE RINGS. PLEASE PUT TRASH IN PROPER RECEPTICALS. And finally, "DO NOT CHOP, SAW OR CUT WOOD FROM STANDING TREES." You get the idea.
We had a new crew take over the site next to us. They had bikes and kayaks and every other manner of outdoor hoodoo. There were 3 couples in there late 20's. They looked like they stepped out of the LL Bean catalog.
None of us really took much time to do more than nod and wave. Then I heard the solid chunk of an axe in green wood. The re was all kinds of downed scrub around, all sizes. And there was wood for sale for those who don't want to get cruddy.
At first I thought maybe they were cutting some big scrub so it would fit in the fire ring. Then after several minutes I heard the unmistakable sound of a tall tree falling.
At that point I took notice. Dude had felled a live tree, with his own double-bitted axe. He had not even bothered to cut it close to the ground. There was the fresh yellow stump, protruding from the ground three feet high, about 12 inches across.
All I could think of, "Why?"
Why do people trek into the forest, all for the pleasure of experiencing the community of trees, and then pull out their favorite implement, and begin killing for no reason other than entertainment? ???
I see knife makers do this sometimes trying to prove how great their products are. Mostly they prove their lack of character, and their true ineptitude at woodsmanship.
Can anybody explain why people do this? Is it just to have a chance to pound a chest and feel "MANLY"?
PLEASE, I am so tired of seeing trees chopped down just to show-off a new toy that there are no words to describe it.
Same Old Shane