Newboomer
AH legend
I've been working my woodpile for the last few days. I split what I could with a maul but had to rent a splitter for the rest. Too many knots and tough grain. When running the splitter today I got to remembering my first encounter with one.
The old guy down the road asked me if I would help him with his woodpile. He'd pay me $1.00 for the day and feed me lunch. "Sure." That was big money for a 12 year old kid in the early 50s. Plus his wife was a great cook.
"Be here tomorrow at 8:00."
"Should I bring my gear?"
"Nope. Won't need it."
I showed up bright and early next day. Curious as to how we could work wood without axes, sledges and wedges. I soon found out. There stood the wickedest looking home grown contraption I had ever seen. He had cobbled together what he called a woodsplitter.
We commenced to split wood with that rig and damned if it didn't work just fine. Much easier than with hand tools. He had me taking away in the morning and after lunch, "OK, Boy, give it a whirl." Now, mind your dick skinners. This rig will show you NO mercy".
"Mind my what?"
"Fingers, Son, fingers."
Well, after seeing what that thing could do, I was exceedingly cautious of any and all bodily appendages. The afternoon flew by and I was hooked. Never worked that much wood so fast and easy before.
I think about that day every time I run a splitter and get a chuckle out of it. Yup, mind your dick skinners, Very good advice.
The old guy down the road asked me if I would help him with his woodpile. He'd pay me $1.00 for the day and feed me lunch. "Sure." That was big money for a 12 year old kid in the early 50s. Plus his wife was a great cook.
"Be here tomorrow at 8:00."
"Should I bring my gear?"
"Nope. Won't need it."
I showed up bright and early next day. Curious as to how we could work wood without axes, sledges and wedges. I soon found out. There stood the wickedest looking home grown contraption I had ever seen. He had cobbled together what he called a woodsplitter.
We commenced to split wood with that rig and damned if it didn't work just fine. Much easier than with hand tools. He had me taking away in the morning and after lunch, "OK, Boy, give it a whirl." Now, mind your dick skinners. This rig will show you NO mercy".
"Mind my what?"
"Fingers, Son, fingers."
Well, after seeing what that thing could do, I was exceedingly cautious of any and all bodily appendages. The afternoon flew by and I was hooked. Never worked that much wood so fast and easy before.
I think about that day every time I run a splitter and get a chuckle out of it. Yup, mind your dick skinners, Very good advice.