I look back and feel as though sawdust got in my blood so young that naturally, I couldnt ever do anything else and be happy.
My earliest memories as a child were strapped in the seat of these ancient GMC c60 chip dumps with coils of this itchy scratchy stinky rope (manilla) rubbing my skin...
Ive sent saws up a tree with the chain on backwards........
My family owned a large tree service in the suburbs of philly. As a small child there was no day care. I sat patiently on a tailgate all day. I used to load rounds into trucks with a skidsteer at age 8. Thats just how I grew up, for...
I hand file. One hand on the file, no handle. I came to realize recently that where the palm of my hand meets the wrist is a hard callous. I suppose from the pointed tip of the file pushing into the skin there over the years. I cant stand to make a single stroke with a dull file. When a file...
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