Mr Traut asked for MOAR BALROG!

The Balrog was hovering around me all day.

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She was dancing around in the sawdust like it was fresh snow.

I'm really lucky to have this demonic brute around somedays, like today. She stacked these slabs for me.

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No way could I pick one of those monsters up.

You never know what kinds of tools the Balrog will bring to the job.

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She's tough as nails, so the girly thing is all a fake disguise. It works on a lot of people. Not me.

You've heard the story of the Princess and the Pea, yesh?

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The Balrog does have some royalty in her ancestry (from her mother's side) but you'd never be able to tell it with her tough as nails and old leather attitude. She amazed two of her older brothers when she was chasing a kitten and cracked her head on the corner of the kitchen table... One of those nice solid thunks that you can feel through the floor, you know? She took another step after the kitten, reached up and rubbed the spot that hit the corner of the table and took off after the kitten again.
I looked up at her older brother and his mouth was hanging open in shock. hahah True story.

It's too bad about the wax coating not being great on these logs, good thing that I am a conservative 9'5" though.

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^That is the pith piece... It has the most character and the most defect. This one is big enough to make a counter top out of, but because of the defects it is most likely to end up as a reloading or work bench.

Balrog inspects the pith slab:

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I don't normally do a series of cuts like this... One after the other without removing the previous slab, I mean.
I like to inspect each cut, brush 'em off and check how the blade is cutting.

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I didn't need to with this one. I could feel it cutting super. Fresh blade, clean bark, and good wood.

Too cute for words!

Thanks for sharing the pics!

For you, Lady Balrog...

I'm jealous mike, nice wood.


and little balrog, she's sure growing up

That is so dang cool you have the equipment and the logs to do that, i salute you good Sir.

Having that little balrog at your side while you do it.....Priceless.

You are living the good life my friend.

Oh yeah...as far as the logging...great stuff...

Reminds me of when I helped a guy fell a bunch of trees in Bonney Lake...we used a portable sawmill...talk about feeling like you've accomplished something, wow...

Then we built a sunroom put of them for the brewery...sat there in the sunroom drinking beer...sweet!

Still prefer the Balrog pics, though

I'm glad that you like my wood Steve.


I'm glad you like it too, Mr Bangs.



When are you coming by for a visit? Been awhile.
Don't stay away so long that she forgets you.


Goddammit. You didn't give me an opening for my wood joke.
The Balrog is what makes it all worthwhile, as you well know. Those of us who have had the privilege to chaperone a Balrog type creature into self-reliance are the luckiest of men.
I dread the future sometimes, but I take comfort in the likelihood of an early death or Alzheimer's.


Do you have pictures?
I am reminded of a certain Mr MadPick's query regarding something being worth a thousand words... Sumpin' like that.


Haha, me too. She is a ham, for real. Hilarious. She hits my funny bone multiple times every day. Sometimes she uses a sledge hammer to hit it.

I can't think of a cuter, more beautiful little doll than the Balrog. I would have been doomed if we'd had a daughter instead of the Buckwheat.

For goodness sakes Mike, don't wait to be asked for more Balrog, post at will!! She really is a treasure.

Ah, no pics, PMB...

It was Kelley Creek Brewery, in Bonney Lake...

I think they use it for weddings now

Mike,

Girls are GREAT to raise. My daughter walked in my footprints(much like your's).
She would have gone to a dog fight with me, if I was so inclined.
My daughter was pretty much a tom boy when young.
Shooting, fishing, digging worms, camping, those were the days.

One day HORMONES kicked in and and Daddy's little girl suddenly became Mommy's girl.
And I lost my little girl, as she transitioned into a young woman.
Just my experience, maybe yours will be different.

cootduster