My father-in-law is amazing. He let me borrow his saw. I don't want to say what it is or anything since this is a public blog and I don't want strangers to know what equipment I have on my place (especially when it isn't my equipment) but may I just say, "Hot knife through butter."
I know what brand I want now. I even figured out how to pull it off of the ground. Unlike the homelite and poulan I have, this one doesn't yank back on you. It starts on the first pull 90% of the time, and always within three. I am going to have to write the company a love letter.
At first I was dreading going out and I admit I made several excuses until 10 o'clock rolled around, but once I got out there and started working, the saw made life so much easier. Of course I waited a bit too long into the day and decided to come back in as the heat climbed higher. But now I know I want to be out there first thing. I can start gathering logs for the winter and the path back into the woods is open for the first time in over a year.
I appreciate what my dad tried to do with getting me some cheap saws. I mean the first one I bent the blade in a tree the first time I used it. I am in no ways proficient, but just like having a sharp knife keeps you safer when cutting things or butchering, a good saw makes you better at cutting wood and trees.
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