Fatdaddy
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Rob Gray
rob...@epix.net
Rob Gray wrote:
> Paul Bunyon....
I wish I NEVER read that!! ok ok Good one..
"Fatdaddys" <ra...@usit.net> wrote in message
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Well, in the Pacific NorthWet, the early days of logging were dominated
by guys named Sven, Knute, Olaf, Hans, Otto.
Nobody named Percy or Elmer. Forget Josh, Brandon, and anything else
that sounds like a guy dancing around looking like a Village People
wanna-be.
OK, all kidding aside. A real (but almost larger-than-life) historical
figure in the premier logging territory of the USA - Washington's
Olympic Peninsula - is John Huelsdonk. He is known as the Iron Man of
the Hoh.
There are books written about him; no doubt there are web references to
him. One of the great stories about Iron Man is that he carried a cast-
iron stove on his back, dozens of miles.
John is kind of a boring name, though.
One more thing: Once you're into the land of REAL trees - the Rockies
and points West, the term is LOGGER. Lumberjacks appear in fairy tales
and on bottles of pancake syrup.
Try this site: http://www.cotf.edu/ete/modules/temprain/trlogging1.html
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wolf
Carpe Flucti (seize the waves)
Ole Svenson.
Lars Olson
"My name is Yon Yonson,
I come from Visconsin,
I vork in der lumber mills dere
Ven I valk down der street ,
All da people I meet,
Dey ask, Vat's my Name? and I say,"
(repeat)
"I see that you're a logger
And not some common bum,
'Cause nobody but a logger
Stirs coffee with his thumb."
- "The Frozen Logger" folk song.
"Arriving flat broke in dead winter
I found it enshrouded in fog,
And covered all over with timber
As thick as the hair on a dog.
So staking my claim in the forest,
I set myself down to the toil.
For five years I chopped and I loggered,
But never got down to the soil."
- "Acres of Clams"
Aye laddy, I be Angus Mcgee o th Gret Nor' West. I been loggin since I could
heft an axe. Me Pappy and his was loggers too. Mess wi me and I'll bite off
your head and spit your teeth out as nails. I keep my axe sharp enough to shave
with, but me beard's so tough, I gotta pound me wiskers in and bite em off
inside. I can fell two hundred trees a day, and send em down river faster 'n
the mill can handle 'em. Me appetite 's so great they serve me a bucket grub
and and barrel o ale. :)
Sorry I missed the original post. :)
Halcitron
Check your six and know when to duck.
If he is REALLY strong and burly, the only name is PAUL.
Burl ?
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>OK, all kidding aside. A real (but almost larger-than-life) historical
>figure in the premier logging territory of the USA - Washington's
>Olympic Peninsula - is John Huelsdonk. He is known as the Iron Man of
>the Hoh.
Here's a couple of links on him.
http://www.forks-web.com/fg/upperhoh.htm
http://www.olypen.com/rfoss/pioneerobith.html#huelsdonkjohn
>
>There are books written about him; no doubt there are web references to
>him. One of the great stories about Iron Man is that he carried a cast-
>iron stove on his back, dozens of miles.
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>One more thing: Once you're into the land of REAL trees - the Rockies
>and points West, the term is LOGGER. Lumberjacks appear in fairy tales
>and on bottles of pancake syrup.
>
I remember living in the NW Peninsula in the early to mid 70's.
The bars all had signs posted reading, "No corks allowed".
Terri
For those of you who don't get it, "corks" (spelled 'caulks') are
logger's boots with spikes on the soles. Imagine a high-top golf shoe -
where the spikes are very sharp. Working in the woods, it's very useful
to have shoes that grip logs as you walk on them.
Loggers would show up at the bar wearing their caulks, and proceed to
tear up whatever they walked on: floors, bar tops, hippies. I once saw a
guy lose half his face when kicked during a fight - Starkey, OR.
Hence, the ban.
Terri -
Where were you on the Peninsula? I lived there in the 70s & 80s. I still
prowl there, hiking, camping, hanging with old friends, and (of
course....) riding those frigid, uncrowded world-class waves.
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surfwolf
Another true story about him involves backpacking for the Forest Service.
There used to be lookout towers that were so remote that mules couldn't get
up the trails to them - so the Forest Service hired men to backpack in
supplies. The normal pack was 80 pounds. John made double wages by packing
a double pack - 160 pounds over trails a mule couldn't travel. (And he
wasn't a very big guy, either.)
Fatdaddys wrote:
> What is a GOOD name for a strong Burly Lumber Jack??
OK time to fess up..
My local town has a AAA ball team, they have a contest to pick
the mascots name.. Well he is a Burly ol Lumber jack with a pick
or ax on this back... Cheatin but Id like the tickets..
Fatdaddy
I like Chip.. Lum Berjack.. Lars... keep em coming.
I'm surprised no one's mentioned 'Babe' :)
How about Stumpy and Lefty for the clumsy ones?
Woody? Chuck? Jack? Tim (ber)?
Anthony
Stumpy is the name for a guy who works in a shake mill. They all seem to
be missing a digit or two.
Tim Burr is good, as is Doug Furr. Hem Locke, ad nauseam.
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>
>For those of you who don't get it, "corks" (spelled 'caulks') are
>logger's boots with spikes on the soles. Imagine a high-top golf shoe -
>where the spikes are very sharp. Working in the woods, it's very useful
>to have shoes that grip logs as you walk on them.
>
>Loggers would show up at the bar wearing their caulks, and proceed to
>tear up whatever they walked on: floors, bar tops, hippies. I once saw a
>guy lose half his face when kicked during a fight - Starkey, OR.
>
>Hence, the ban.
>
>Terri -
>
>Where were you on the Peninsula? I lived there in the 70s & 80s. I still
>prowl there, hiking, camping, hanging with old friends, and (of
>course....) riding those frigid, uncrowded world-class waves.
>
Port Angeles.
Same time frame as you.
My mother's people come from there and my youngest was born there.
Grandpa had a barber shop just across the street from Goldie's.
It's changed a lot_, I hear. So sad. I lived for awhile at Lake
Ozette, too. Camped at Kalalock, Forks, Aberdeen, Sequim, Port Townsend,
etc...
(Those waves are ccccold, guy!)
http://www.rnrnow.com/onlinetours/kalalock/ulthm.htm
Terri
> >
> >Terri -
> >
> >Where were you on the Peninsula? I lived there in the 70s & 80s. I still
> >prowl there, hiking, camping, hanging with old friends, and (of
> >course....) riding those frigid, uncrowded world-class waves.
> >
>
> Port Angeles.
> Same time frame as you.
> My mother's people come from there and my youngest was born there.
> Grandpa had a barber shop just across the street from Goldie's.
> It's changed a lot_, I hear. So sad. I lived for awhile at Lake
> Ozette, too. Camped at Kalalock, Forks, Aberdeen, Sequim, Port Townsend,
> etc...
Small world. No doubt you hiked or camped along the Gray Wolf. Nice
place ;o)
> (Those waves are ccccold, guy!)
At 48* in February, they're feeling warm these days. 43* is not unusual
in the winter.
> http://www.rnrnow.com/onlinetours/kalalock/ulthm.htm
Nice tour: when ducking the crowds, I surf around Kalalock. The best
waves, though, are on the Makah Rez and in the Straits. Too crowded....
> Terri
>
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