Eric the Bold, our chief firewood cutter and bottle washer, was attacked by a tree. It cast a branch from 80 feet up and hit him right in the elbow, lacerating his back and putting another knot on his head as well. It apparently knocked some sense in him, and he decided to take a break from the dangers of being a lumberjack. Sooo, that left us short one firewood cutter and since we are woefully behind on our deliveries (underline woefully) I was recruited.
I mostly run the hydrolic splitter, but I decided to give the maul a try. It was a 12 pound maul and I had a little difficulty getting the swing of it. Mark ran and got a camera after I actually discovered I could be successful. I envisioned how strong, and powerful I would look as he clicked away. Later I looked at the images and realized I looked like a dork!