Chainsawing a Way Through Life
When we first began living on our rural property I really didn't have a clue about how to fix things. In Australia men are expected to learn the basics of being a handyman otherwise you are placed in a group of strange people that may as well be from another planet.
Chainsawing is something that I did learn quick. My father had a chainsaw so he gifted it to me. I still have it. It's a little ripper, so when a branch or a tree comes down, I like to tackle it myself.
However if it's a huge, as the one shown, then I call my mate Bo — see pic. This massive tree fell down across our drive about 200 metre from our house. I was inside our house at the time and I felt the ground and house shake — like a mini earthquake. My neighbour called me up and said he too heard and felt a great crash. I went to investigate and found two large trees (Messmates: Eucalyptus obliqua), one had crashed onto another and they seemingly lay peacefully in the forest. I realised right away it was too big for me to tackle so I called Bo.
When you need something fixed immediately it's often not an option to rely on others. So bit by bit I began to learn all these new skills and what was rather scary and frustrating at first has become very rewarding. I certainly feel more independent. I even learnt how to change a spark plug on a petrol pump. Wow, that's huge for me.
I told my retired engineer neighbour that the other day and he laughed.
CJ Wild
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