Dan and my Dad played logger men the other day. You see...my parents live on 2 acres that used to be surrounded, first by sheep, and then later, Christmas trees. I used to love watching the helicopter come and pick up the bundles of trees each year as they prepared for tree-selling season! However, the helicopters have long since stopped coming and the trees have grown into monsters over the last ten + years. Dan and Dad guesstimate they're about 40 ft tall now, and based on my view from the house as they worked, I would say they're right. I stacked my Dad, 6'2", head to foot with my fingers and squinty eyes from way up at the house, and bet that about 6 or 7 of him tall would surely match the height of those trees. So putting them to the best use possible looks like: firewood. If you need any, give us a holler!
When they were finished Dad rode the tractor back over to the neighbors, and Dan came walking back to the house in a suit of mud! I can't believe I didn't get a picture. (They have plans to tackle more tree falling in the future, and you can bet I'll be ready with the camera then.) He was head to toe, glasses and all, covered in red clay mud. Fabulous! Fingers and toes completely accounted for after all was said and done, and they said they owed it all to what they'd learned from the guys on Ax Men! So there you have it, a good day's work as logger men!