“Dayum!” That was about all Davey H could rasp after a serious
bust-ass day of woodsplitting. Hells bells – if Nature apportions over 12 hours
of serviceable daylight in any given 24 hours, you wisely partake, making
maximum use of it. Thus, he was able to get a sh**-load of work completed
before gnats set in just past dusk.
The portly acer saccharum log had been sitting for just over 3 years at this point, and was definitely punky at the ends where weather had penetrated.
But deep inside, as the culling progressed, dense hardwood, pink and viable, was in evidence.