I used to be self-employed, as some of you remember. I grew Christmas trees, logged my own property, ran a sawmill part-time and sold hand-split firewood. I wasn't skinny even then, but swinging an axe, rolling logs and walking up and down hills kept me in pretty good shape. I've always said that I began to die the day I left the woods, and that's in more ways than one. Here are three photos from those days.
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This is a little quarter-acre logyard my neighbor let me keep in a corner of his pasture. As you see, there are piles of seasoned firewood waiting to be split and hauled. My property was just across the fence.
This shows the diameter of the logs that I sometimes hauled on my little truck. The crack in the big log happened after the tree was cut and and the log cut to length. Since it was from tensions within and not from splitting the tree when falling, I doubt if the buyer marked it down. The more horizontal crack in the smaller log looks as if it was probably from misjudging the gravitational tension on the tree when cutting the log to length (my fault), so I probably was docked a grade since there also appears to be a narrow regular tension crack going nearly vertical. This was taken at the opposite end of the little logyard.
Here's another shot, taken at the top of the rise, to show the comparative size of the logs to the truck. It was only a 3/4 ton with extra springs under the back. I HAVE taken heavier loads, but I generally tried not to go beyond a certain point, as I couldn't afford down-time for repairs. The rear axle was slightly forward of center on the 8' bed, so most loads were rather heavy in the rear, giving me an "anti-gravitational" assist for my power steering! I'd gladly have another new truck like that one (but with AC) and give up my Toyota. PARTS of that old truck had over 400,000 miles on them. It was a real work horse.