Logging And Milling
A long time ago, when I was living with my parents. Mom was so pissed off about this mess, but I had to follow my calling... They still don't get it, but they love me anyway. -Erik
Very large Black Locust tree blew down In a crazy storm.
Well.. that's a couple cherry trees. I'm about to own 'em.
Mid process of winching Locust tree Into trailer.
A man, his son, and a log.
Aldered States.
An apple log that I paid way to much for, but not really, because It turned out to be crazy cool curly wood.
A shot of forest park.
Black Locust being sliced on the mill my pop built.
Close up of a copius amount of blade lube.
Figuring out where to start cuttin.
Holy crap! There's lots of boards In this log... How can I get this home?
How many morons does It take to pry apart a board? Turn upside down for an answer.
If you ask Eddy, he'll say he did It all by himself.
Looks like it took me a while to figure out where to cut.
Same log, same kid.
Some sweet Maple from up the road. There's like eight killer guitars in this one!
I've released the Locust Monster from its woody prison!
Just a little perspective, these chunks of Maple are big.
This is the trailer my Grandpa built a long long time ago... It used to look better, it's had alot of repairs.
I have plans for you.
Tree carnage awaiting further dissection.
Stacks of Alder, Maple, Sumac, and Holly, They look so jolly.