My neighbor razed the dilapidated cabin between us when he was exploring well options. (He first had one dug, didn’t pan out.). Most of said home was crammed into a dumpster and buh-byed.
These two beams (which I had coveted long before the place was razed) were left behind and he said “Sure!” when I inquired about having them.
I let them sit too long in the forest, but they aren’t useless. I’ll trim the rot off a couple ends and let them dry out for a better sense of what they might be put towards.
Like the stone I moved yesterday, if you can budge it an inch or foot, you can relocate it! The (orange) pulp hook proved its worth as I gently dragged the beams across the forest floor. It was a fun and simple process, for a guy who doesn’t go to the gym, that demanded extreme focus. When a pulp hook looses itself while (big-time) force is being exerted very (big-time) bad things can happen!
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