I love cutting, splitting, stacking, and burning firewood. The Mrs looked at me like I was a caveman when we first met, now she loves wood heat and would never go back. Fiskars makes a badass maul I think it's the x27 or some shit like that. Sledge and wedge for big stuff, hydro are great if you have 4+ cords to do quickly. As far as firewood drill bits go, fuck off
I agree that the Fiskars X27 is the best out there. It is light enough that you can swing it all day but heavy enough to split a big log. I do have to resort to a wedge and a sledge sometimes. I like to do it myself at my pace. It is good exercise but more importantly it makes your fire better. No way am I going to let rip a giant fire on a cold June night like I did last weekend if I am paying for it with my hard earned payday lending money.
I burn all of these two woodsheds every year.
That's a lot of weight for a Chevy.
Stood there boldly Sweatin' in the sun Felt like a million Felt like number one The height of summer I'd never felt that strong Like a rock I was 18 Didn't have a care Working for peanuts Not a dime to spare But I was lean and Solid everywhere Like a rock My hands were steady My eyes were clear and bright My walk had purpose My steps were quick and light And I held firmly To what I felt was right Like a rock Like a rock, I was strong as I could be Like a rock, nothin' ever got to me Like a rock, I was something to see Like a rock And I stood arrow straight Unencumbered by the weight Of all these hustlers and their schemes I stood proud, I stood tall High above it all I still believed in my dreams 20 years now Where'd they go? 20 years I don't know I sit and I wonder sometimes Where they've gone And sometimes late at night Oh, when I'm bathed in the firelight The moon comes callin' a ghostly white And I recall I recall Like a rock, standin' arrow straight Like a rock, chargin' from the gate Like a rock, carryin' the weight Like a rock Oh, like a rock, the sun upon my skin Like a rock, hard against the wind Like a rock, I see myself again Like a rock Oh, like a rock Oh, oh
I have soft supple thighs and a gas fireplace now.
But back in the olden days, I favored a wood grenade and sledge hammer.
I bought myself a wood grenade and this beautiful Fiskars hammer thing to smash stuff. The hammer weighs about 5 lbs and is the perfect size for splitting wood in combination with the grenade.
Looks tuff but how do you swing that thing John Henry style ? Looks too short
I have soft supple thighs and a gas fireplace now.
But back in the olden days, I favored a wood grenade and sledge hammer.
I bought myself a wood grenade and this beautiful Fiskars hammer thing to smash stuff. The hammer weighs about 5 lbs and is the perfect size for splitting wood in combination with the grenade.
Looks tuff but how do you swing that thing John Henry style ? Looks too short
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Sweatin' in the sun
Felt like a million
Felt like number one
The height of summer
I'd never felt that strong
Like a rock
I was 18
Didn't have a care
Working for peanuts
Not a dime to spare
But I was lean and
Solid everywhere
Like a rock
My hands were steady
My eyes were clear and bright
My walk had purpose
My steps were quick and light
And I held firmly
To what I felt was right
Like a rock
Like a rock, I was strong as I could be
Like a rock, nothin' ever got to me
Like a rock, I was something to see
Like a rock
And I stood arrow straight
Unencumbered by the weight
Of all these hustlers and their schemes
I stood proud, I stood tall
High above it all
I still believed in my dreams
20 years now
Where'd they go?
20 years
I don't know
I sit and I wonder sometimes
Where they've gone
And sometimes late at night
Oh, when I'm bathed in the firelight
The moon comes callin' a ghostly white
And I recall
I recall
Like a rock, standin' arrow straight
Like a rock, chargin' from the gate
Like a rock, carryin' the weight
Like a rock
Oh, like a rock, the sun upon my skin
Like a rock, hard against the wind
Like a rock, I see myself again
Like a rock
Oh, like a rock
Oh, oh
That's a lot of weight for a Chevy.
Smok ‘em tuff