If carrying five gallons buckets of wood chips is doing damage to your knees and back you’re using horrible form and you’re made out of porcelain. Come on. The buckets probably weigh 10-20 lbs.
As a member of team porcelain (told around age 6 I’ll need double knee replacement at some point in my life! GERD meant bending over turns me into an acid breathing dragon! My wrists and hands hate the world! good times!), I dream of having something like this if I am ever moving yard materials:
https://yardmax.com/power-barrows/
Never going to happen, but still
Also I sometimes browse the “barter” ads on craigslist thinking about what I could possibly trade weed for, and sometimes there’s mini bobcats and such, and I 1000% would trade for one of those to fuck around with in the yard.
My wife has had that most of her life, and I seem to have developed a case of it since my stroke seven years ago. (My diet changed seriously when I had the stroke.)
It so SUCKS, and that is no lie!
Current garden! 16’ x 35’
New garden area! Biger then current lol
Cleaned up the backyard a bunch and made the front steps more “niceish”
Under the steps is all gravel/stones then woodchips ontop.
You don’t need that, you need something remote controlled, so you aren’t attached and it isn’t shaking the hell out of you
Seriously beautiful!
When I first saw the second picture down, I thought “Wow! Look at all the blocks of hash he has drying in the sun! Even some really blond hash!!”
Nope.
Hahaha nice.
Kids n wife like painting the bricks.
Had a little
Most of this morning, cant complain!
Cut of about 1/4 of a cord of wood in storage for cooler days around the fire.
I have a bunch of wood. Problem is the splitter is up at camp… hoping i get this split before the snow!
My State Trooper neighbor loves splitting wood with his axe in the backyard. He always has a hefty stack of firewood, but it’s hot as heck here. Dude is out there constantly chopping wood. Maybe that’s his workout, but it’s still odd to see here. Haha.
My Canadian sister used to have halved and quartered wood rounds delivered, and then she would split them smaller herself. She proudly recounts how she quit doing that when she turned 75.
I didn’t even think about where he’s getting the wood from. He chopped all of his trees down over the past year or so and has to be out by now. That’s even weirder. He’s in FL getting wood dropped off to split in his backyard. Haha.
So if it’s hot and humid there, and I’ve been to Florida and it’s never been really cold when I’ve been there, my question is where’s all the split wood going? Do you burn wood on any kind of a regular basis? Do any of your neighbors? My mind says it like some kind of secret criminal endeavor involving firewood??? WTF?
Clearly I am in need of a bong. I have a filled bowl!
When being a state pooper doesnt cut it., wait thats what were talking about
Haha It is definitely pretty much always hot here, but he does have one of those metal fire pit deals in his backyard. Those are crazy popular here, which I don’t get. Maybe he burns it while I’m not here or sleeping. He could also just toss it into the forest. I’m not sure what he’s up to, but he’s a State Trooper, so I’m going to leave him alone and wonder from a distance. Haha
Edit: He splits wood at least 3-5 days per week, so he has some way to get rid of it. I’ve split wood with my dad and it doesn’t take long to have a decent sized pile. Odd stuff. Haha
That’s the truth. I heated and cooked with wood for several years, and almost always enjoyed the making.
Of course. Must be all about the visuals. HA!
Does he have a stick burner smoker? I feel like you’d know if he did though because you’d smell it if he was going through that much
He’s not smoking anything up there. He just has one of those large decorative metal fire pits you just make a fire on top of it like you would make a fire camping. I wish he had a bunch of smokers up there with amberjack, mahi, and whatnot. I’d be making some smoked fish dip for sure. I know it’s not great for you, but I love some smoked fish dip. When I was a kid a bunch of my dad’s friends had backyards full of refrigerators turned into smokers full of mullet. Then, they banned gill netting and it died off.
I rafted logs for a small company out of Portland, OR in the early/mid '70s. The business, which was primarily on barges, was located in a large eddy on the Willlamette River. (It had previously been the Portland Dry Dock.) Eight employees including the owner. The boss always has a piece of extremely illegal gill net tacked to the bottom of a log that would slowly drift around in the eddy. We’d all get a few steaks a week.
One Monday, I think maybe in May, we came in and there were 300 prime spring run Chinook in that piece of net! Dick closed the business for the next week and a half and we all cleaned, smoked, canned and brine cured salmon ten hours plus a day. We ate on that for the better part of two years. It was amazing! You’d never see fish like those in a grocery store. They would have gone to restaurants or pole fishermen exclusively.
I couldn’t eat salmon again for more than ten years.
This is the way