Friday, August 01, 2008

Sawing Lumber - part I


My Dad has some logs lying in his field. Folks in the area know he has a sawmill and when they clear land sometimes they bring him the logs. They do this because they don't need the firewood and it's a good way to get rid of the logs... and besides, they like my Dad :)


First you have to figure out what type of lumber you're going to need. 2"x4"x12'? 1"x3"x10'? Then you go hunt up a log that's about the right length. We had figured out what lumber I'd need to build a chicken coop, and we marked the appropriate logs with red spray paint. We measured twice, just to be sure.


Then my Dad dragged the logs over to the sawmill with his tractor and the tongs.


This photo is taken from the hill to the right of the sawmill building. It shows some extra logs to the left of the ladder (foreground), and the area where my Dad rolls the logs down the hill to the right. The area where he rolls the logs has lumber laid out on it, to make sort of like a staircase. He rolls the logs one or two levels at a time, and uses bits of stump or other scrap wood to stop them from rolling all the way down at once.

A log is amazingly heavy. It could break your leg or crush you before you even knew what was happening. So you want to keep it under control.

Also, if the log rolls down the hill all in one fell swoop, it gathers speed and can roll onto the sawmill and right off the other side of it. Or jump partway off and get lodged awkwardly against the sawmill. It would be a royal pain to fix that kind of a mess.

So, my Dad has created this staging area and it works great. Click the photo for a larger view, where you can see the engine/sawing part of the sawmill and the metal frame that the saw rides on down there in the shadows of the building.

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5 Comments:

At 9:35 AM, Blogger WeekendFarmer said...

ok...I am shipping my walnut trees to him. Do you want to negotiate this deal with your dad? : )

I love the smell of a sawmill. I can just smell the pictures. This is a fun topic you picked.

 
At 5:09 PM, Anonymous Jackie said...

I love the pictures. There's an old sawmill in Ash Fork, Arizona run by an old gent named Fred. In all the years we lived there I don't recall ever hearing his last name. We would always go over and have a chat with him, tell him what we'd be building and when we'd need the lumber and when we went back later it would be neatly stacked for us. His prices were very reasonable and his stories were great. There was always a huge stack of what Fred referred to as "first cuts" and they were free for the taking. I built many a project with the first cuts.

 
At 11:40 AM, Blogger Amanda said...

Great post!

Fascinating.

What luck to have a resource like that.

 
At 12:09 PM, Blogger kevin said...

Send all Walnut to me. Thank you! :)

 
At 8:47 AM, Blogger Leslie said...

Somehow I missed these comments when they were posted; I apologize for my tardy response.

WF, I'm glad you're enjoying this topic.

Jackie, are you the Jackie that's a friend of my Dad? If so... HEY!!!! :)

Amanda, I didn't realize what a great resource it is until folks kept telling me "I built my shop with lumber cut by your Dad" and "The addition to our house was made with lumber cut by your Dad." He has a legacy in his area now. All those people living out their lives in buildings facilitated by my Dad's efforts. It's *really* cool.

Kevin, you and WeekendFarmer need to talk ;)

 

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