I don’t mind cutting wood at all, unless it’s hot and humid or if it’s colder than 20 degrees. Since we had a mild, although windy morning predicted, and one of the kids’ babysitters is home from college, I spent the morning attempting to cut wood.
I don’t like cutting wood deep in the woods all by myself, so I worked on tackling this maple that blew down in the big storm in July.
It has been a bit since I looked at this tree and I thought it was sitting in the ground better than it was. There wasn’t going to be a lot I could do except maybe strip some limbs, until we got some heavy equipment out there to get it on the ground.
I cut what limbs I could, and only free hanging ones at that. Working by myself I would only cut a little at a time, making sure the weight wasn’t going to shift and the tree would roll. There was one or two times I had to cross under the tree and I wasn’t thrilled about that at all! I know you can’t really get a scope of the size from the picture, but it wouldn’t surprise me if this tree was at least a hundred years old, if not more. When we get down to the trunk I’ll have to count the rings.
I worked as much as I could in the front side, and then went to the backside, which meant removing four or five small hedge trees, otherwise known as Osage orange, and some bush honeysuckle. Bush honeysuckle is an invasive species and our property is full of it. It’s bushy and annoying and I’ve seen it easily get 15 feet tall. You can cut it off at the trunk and it will just grow back next spring. The only way to get rid of it is to dig it up at the roots. The bush honeysuckle I cut off at about three feet high, so that way we can come in with the bobcat and shove it out, pulling up the roots.
Hedge is more annoying. It’s thorny, and it produces hedge balls, which are larger than softballs and look like green brains. They are very dense and in the fall you make sure you don’t walk under a tree on a windy day, because getting hit with one could knock you out! The Indians used hedge wood for their bows, and the early settlers used hedge for fence rows. I mean, what animal in it’s right mind wants to try to breach this?
I worked for two hours clearing all the brush, and then gave it up for the day. I only cut a handful of wood, but at least I made progress clearing the area.