9:40 am,
i'm mixing mud in a bucket to drywall the
shop when bill calls to ask me up to give him a
hand
at 10:30. i'd never seen a sawmill
in action, had to pay
attention as i was there to pull the fresh cut
boards out
before the roving blade began its return trip. we
pared
this log down then rolled a fresh one in its
place. the
springed levers lower left are called dogs--they
act as
comealongs to position the piece, then to hold it
firm you
reef on the handle, sink teeth into bark, a deep
bite. |
|
|