Hope your holiday was great, and kept checking this morning for new video. Stream you tube on tv, and spent all thanksgiving watching your channel. Made sure to like them all, and just hit play all and watched all day to get views up. Loyal new fan, Bob in Johnstown Pa.
Saw the interview with your dad. How much more down-to-earth could you hope for in a father?!! No one is perfect, by any means. You ought to get the brewery to make you a limited run of beer to sell. "Ironwood" brew has a heckuva ring to it! Stay safe out there on the yard.
Another great video! Was that a bandaged hand? Here's a tip for burns if folks don't know. Use plain yellow mustard on a burn as quickly as possible. Stops pain very quickly, and reduces blistering.
I've milled many ambrosia maple logs with a chainsaw mill and it makes for great stock for projects like coffee tables, end tables, and desks. It is perfect for when you want a very natural, rustic look.
Checked out your site. I like the red logo, and the log picture. But could not identify the three posts in the background. As always, enjoyed seeing Matter.
Does Lumber Capital lay out maple logs to attract the beetles, or is it strictly chance and happenstance? Is the wood compromised like with Spalted, that has to be fortified or it crumbles?
Your videos are ambrosia, girls. Well done yet again. In Australia we don’t get the species that you have there, so it is interesting to see what you work with.😁👍
I really enjoy your content and want to see your family prosper. When dealing with hardwoods, if you find any that is figured in any way or spalted or burls you could sell this at a premium with only a small effort on your part. Looking at Bell Forest Products and the pieces they sell as handle scales can give you an idea how much is being charged. I for one would love to support you. Also, interesting pieces for doing wood turning as well can demand a high price. If you already know about this sorry to waste your time. All the best, Lee Ross Custom Knives
I'm not sure if you're aware but your website only has one wood product for sale for over twelve thousand dollars. I understand the thinking behind "I only need to sell one" but it usually works out better when you sell more items for less for less money per.
Haha, we know! Our website is a work in progress! We had to put a price so we put 1-2-3-4 we figured that people would understand that it’s not a real price.
I remember the first time I encountered ambrosia maple. I thought it was a defect. I used the board for drawer sides so it wouldn't show. Then sometime later I found it at a lumber yard selling for a premium. Oops!
Thanks for the video. The website looks easy enough to use. Let me know if you need anything. Good luck! 👍 ps I bookmarked the web page, and pushed it around in google a few times. 😂 👍 They should recognize it sooner or later!
As a sometime writer, your lumber mill and nearby woods make for a rich setting for a mystery story. "The Legend of Archie, The Peg Leg Ax Man," comes to mind. As the story goes, over a hundred years ago, there was an old one-legged logger who used nothing but his ax to do all his tree felling for his small firewood business. He said he wanted to stay in practice so he would be ready for "that day." People would ask, but he never said what he meant. Old man Archie and his twelve-year old mule, Roman, were a common site in the forest, hauling smaller logs and timber to his mill. As a young sprout, Archie loved to climb trees. He was the best tree climber in the valley, until that fateful morning when he fell from his favorite climbing tree and broke his leg, a greenstick fracture it was, bloody and painful to be sure. Being that there were no doctors for miles, family set it the best they could. It wasn't long, and gangrene set in, leaving no choice but to amputate. Archie's father sharpened the hewing ax, which had a curved handle for more fine control. An older brother pulled on the foot, and Archie's torso was tied to a Hickory as he lay back for the field surgery about to happen. Pulling apart at the knee gave them the best chance at a single clean swing. It took three. Archie’s wild screams were heard in the next county. Those who heard them, said it sounded more like a soul dying. Momma rushed in to stop the squirting and squirming, and Archie passed out soon after. His uneven, mangled stump healed in a crude sort of way, and Archie took a limb from that Hemlock to fashion for his peg leg, making him part human and part tree. He swore he'd get even with that Hemlock, but his Momma warned him against harboring poison in his heart. Many decades passed, and Archie was an old man now. It was only him and Roman running the firewood business. One day, earlier than usual, he gathered up his ax and Roman, and they headed down a logging trail he hadn't been on since childhood. Muttering to himself, he said, "Today is the day." He was aimed straight for that old Hemlock he'd fallen from as a youngster. By now, it was a towering giant of a tree, with an impenetrably thick girth. He looked up and down at that massive being, over a hundred foot tall it was, solid and stretching for the Sun. So arrogant it seemed to Archie, as it not only sneered at him, it also simultaneously feigned to ignore him. That was all it took. He spat on his hands, steadied himself on his one-and-a-half legs, raised his ax, and started swinging with a rage befitting a madman. A sane person wouldn't understand why he would attempt such a thing, since the wooden monster was too big for one man and one ax, and something that Roman could never have hauled through the woods. For hours, Archie sweated and hacked on that mortal enemy of his flesh and soul, flinging Hemlock slivers and chunks with fury. By the end of the day, he knew he was getting close. Then with one final swing, he heard something, a tiny little snap, barely perceptible, but deep and tight it was, like an overwound spring inside a music box letting loose. Archie stood back, listening intently, while only quiet reigned. Even the birds were strangely silent as the sweet, whispering breeze kissed and cooled his hot cheek. Roman was standing nearby, nearly asleep, patiently waiting for the Ax Man to rouse him for their long walk home. Then, as if by magic, there they were. More snaps and rends arose, a growing crescendo of them, echoing loudly through the forest, as the giant timber began to groan and twist, resisting its inevitable demise with all its strength. Its branches, cursing against the other trees, brushing, breaking, and grasping at them to hold itself aright, but alas, there was no hope. The colossus was on its way down, clattering, crashing, and sinking like a great breached whale falling back to water, whooshing the leaves and dust up from the ground in a whirlwind of chaos and defeat. Crushed bark and brittle popping wood were flying hither and yon. It was the loudest and most glorious thing the Ax Man had ever heard. He laughed and called out in triumphant joy. Roman was shaken awake by the commotion and kicked up like a bronc, bucking, hollering, and bellering in all directions, more in blind self-defense than anything. In his fright, he ran right at the Ax Man, hitting him from behind and knocking him down just as the enormous Hemlock pounded into the ground with a thunderous thud in front of the mule, vibrating the ground for a thousand yards around. The next day, neighbors found Roman wandering the lumber trail all alone. They looked high and low for the Ax Man, and he was never found. But even stranger, there was no sign of the Hemlock either, despite the obvious signs of a massacre of the giant tree. The only remains were the mangled, contorted stump reaching ever skyward as if in search of its missing trunk. On the ground next to the stump, lay old Archie's ax. If you're lucky today, you might see the impression of a footprint and a peg leg in the dirt along the logging trails from time to time. And many a logger can swear they will occasionally hear the sounds of a great tree smashing and thundering to the ground in the far-off distance only to find no fallen tree, search as they may. It makes a person puzzle, does the sound of a tree falling in the forest mean a tree has fallen if no one sees it? Or is it only the sound of another soul rising to Heaven, tired, regretful, yet thankful all the same. If you ever lose something dear, and harbor poison in your heart for the loss, leave it to the Good Lord to mend, or vengeance may cost you more than your leg. Copyright 2021, BlueNetMarketing, all rights reserved.
@@kirkyorg7654 Sometimes you have to go where the creative inspiration takes you, never knowing what's going to happen. Give it a try. You'll enjoy the journey. Just start writing, and see what happens. There are at least two full length books in store for Archie.
Yes, what species are considered “soft maple” in contrast to “hard maple?” In Nebraska, we have plenty silver maple and no sugar maples. In PA, do you find large Red and Norway?
Google says that Ambrosia maple is not an actual species of Maple (Acer). Could be red, silver, norway or any of the so called soft maple species as opposed to hard or sugar maple (Acer saccharum).
I should have said silver is the soft maple of the two you listed. There are other soft maples but silver seems to be the most common at least that I mill.
Witch one do you get the syrup from. it looks like yous skys are starting to get cold up there it was 75 here today i had my finger on the A/C button ready to push it but i made it through it was tough.
You're an excellent teacher! Great video! Thank You.
I love your narration and explanations
Keep up the great job 😁
Hope your holiday was great, and kept checking this morning for new video. Stream you tube on tv, and spent all thanksgiving watching your channel. Made sure to like them all, and just hit play all and watched all day to get views up. Loyal new fan, Bob in Johnstown Pa.
I think this is the first time I've ever seen gloves... Keep up the good work!! Your building a killer brand for your family business!
You young ladies are awesome and I love that Maple Lumber I use it every chance I get keep up the great work and may God bless you in your endeavors
Another LCLY classic video, great narration Emerald.
Saw the interview with your dad. How much more down-to-earth could you hope for in a father?!! No one is perfect, by any means. You ought to get the brewery to make you a limited run of beer to sell. "Ironwood" brew has a heckuva ring to it! Stay safe out there on the yard.
Sounds like a great idea, all kinds of opportunities for those willing to run with.
Informative as ever, well done.
Another great video! Was that a bandaged hand?
Here's a tip for burns if folks don't know. Use plain yellow mustard on a burn as quickly as possible. Stops pain very quickly, and reduces blistering.
love your knowledge ahd explanations emmy
I've milled many ambrosia maple logs with a chainsaw mill and it makes for great stock for projects like coffee tables, end tables, and desks. It is perfect for when you want a very natural, rustic look.
More please. My coffee just finished brewing and your done already … Next week coffee, recliner, then cue video. 😆 Thanks for sharing your time 👍👋
I liked the bluesy music … great on showing ambrosia maple really appreciate that :)
Checked out your site. I like the red logo, and the log picture. But could not identify the three posts in the background. As always, enjoyed seeing Matter.
You should definitely do a video on the differences between spaulted and ambrosia maples
A video on Spalting sounds good.
Tried accessing your website but it says not available as I don't live in your location.
Great vidja. Hope y'all had a very blessed Thanksgiving. Take care and have a blessed day and I'll see you on your next vidja.
Buddy! Hope you had a nice thanksgiving!
Does Lumber Capital lay out maple logs to attract the beetles, or is it strictly chance and happenstance? Is the wood compromised like with Spalted, that has to be fortified or it crumbles?
Do you ever hit spiles?
I was wondering about that recently looking at my neighbors tree that got trimmed. Thanks for the info!
Another great job explaining the difference between the maple trees. Hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving. Keep up the great videos
I'm glad you explained ambrosia, I never heard of that term. Wormy maple I had heard of, I guess ambrosia is a more palatable term.
Soft maple makes excellent kicker hay wagon racks.
Your videos are ambrosia, girls. Well done yet again. In Australia we don’t get the species that you have there, so it is interesting to see what you work with.😁👍
I really enjoy your content and want to see your family prosper.
When dealing with hardwoods, if you find any that is figured in any way or spalted or burls you could sell this at a premium with only a small effort on your part. Looking at Bell Forest Products and the pieces they sell as handle scales can give you an idea how much is being charged. I for one would love to support you. Also, interesting pieces for doing wood turning as well can demand a high price. If you already know about this sorry to waste your time. All the best, Lee Ross Custom Knives
I'm not sure if you're aware but your website only has one wood product for sale for over twelve thousand dollars. I understand the thinking behind "I only need to sell one" but it usually works out better when you sell more items for less for less money per.
Haha, we know! Our website is a work in progress! We had to put a price so we put 1-2-3-4 we figured that people would understand that it’s not a real price.
Thank you!
I remember the first time I encountered ambrosia maple. I thought it was a defect. I used the board for drawer sides so it wouldn't show. Then sometime later I found it at a lumber yard selling for a premium. Oops!
Your narration and explanation is awesome. Putting in a request for Terry (?sp) to make a regular appearance- like Every video, on the channel........
❤️❤️❤️💥Emerald💥❤️❤️❤️🇨🇦
Can you put some water on the boards so we can see what they might look like finished? As always good video.
Thanks for the video. The website looks easy enough to use. Let me know if you need anything. Good luck! 👍
ps
I bookmarked the web page, and pushed it around in google a few times. 😂 👍 They should recognize it sooner or later!
Another great video!’
why is that motor on the LT40 slanting when you finish a slab? belt tension?
The motor mount pivots putting on or releasing drive belt tension. Acts like a clutch for engaging the band.
Off topic but...am I doing something wrong on merch site because I can't find men's hoodies...TRIPLE X would be the one ...but nothing men's ?.
came up fine on my search bar in youtube.
As a sometime writer, your lumber mill and nearby woods make for a rich setting for a mystery story. "The Legend of Archie, The Peg Leg Ax Man," comes to mind. As the story goes, over a hundred years ago, there was an old one-legged logger who used nothing but his ax to do all his tree felling for his small firewood business. He said he wanted to stay in practice so he would be ready for "that day." People would ask, but he never said what he meant. Old man Archie and his twelve-year old mule, Roman, were a common site in the forest, hauling smaller logs and timber to his mill.
As a young sprout, Archie loved to climb trees. He was the best tree climber in the valley, until that fateful morning when he fell from his favorite climbing tree and broke his leg, a greenstick fracture it was, bloody and painful to be sure. Being that there were no doctors for miles, family set it the best they could. It wasn't long, and gangrene set in, leaving no choice but to amputate. Archie's father sharpened the hewing ax, which had a curved handle for more fine control. An older brother pulled on the foot, and Archie's torso was tied to a Hickory as he lay back for the field surgery about to happen. Pulling apart at the knee gave them the best chance at a single clean swing. It took three. Archie’s wild screams were heard in the next county. Those who heard them, said it sounded more like a soul dying. Momma rushed in to stop the squirting and squirming, and Archie passed out soon after. His uneven, mangled stump healed in a crude sort of way, and Archie took a limb from that Hemlock to fashion for his peg leg, making him part human and part tree. He swore he'd get even with that Hemlock, but his Momma warned him against harboring poison in his heart.
Many decades passed, and Archie was an old man now. It was only him and Roman running the firewood business. One day, earlier than usual, he gathered up his ax and Roman, and they headed down a logging trail he hadn't been on since childhood. Muttering to himself, he said, "Today is the day." He was aimed straight for that old Hemlock he'd fallen from as a youngster. By now, it was a towering giant of a tree, with an impenetrably thick girth. He looked up and down at that massive being, over a hundred foot tall it was, solid and stretching for the Sun. So arrogant it seemed to Archie, as it not only sneered at him, it also simultaneously feigned to ignore him. That was all it took. He spat on his hands, steadied himself on his one-and-a-half legs, raised his ax, and started swinging with a rage befitting a madman. A sane person wouldn't understand why he would attempt such a thing, since the wooden monster was too big for one man and one ax, and something that Roman could never have hauled through the woods.
For hours, Archie sweated and hacked on that mortal enemy of his flesh and soul, flinging Hemlock slivers and chunks with fury. By the end of the day, he knew he was getting close. Then with one final swing, he heard something, a tiny little snap, barely perceptible, but deep and tight it was, like an overwound spring inside a music box letting loose. Archie stood back, listening intently, while only quiet reigned. Even the birds were strangely silent as the sweet, whispering breeze kissed and cooled his hot cheek.
Roman was standing nearby, nearly asleep, patiently waiting for the Ax Man to rouse him for their long walk home. Then, as if by magic, there they were. More snaps and rends arose, a growing crescendo of them, echoing loudly through the forest, as the giant timber began to groan and twist, resisting its inevitable demise with all its strength. Its branches, cursing against the other trees, brushing, breaking, and grasping at them to hold itself aright, but alas, there was no hope. The colossus was on its way down, clattering, crashing, and sinking like a great breached whale falling back to water, whooshing the leaves and dust up from the ground in a whirlwind of chaos and defeat. Crushed bark and brittle popping wood were flying hither and yon. It was the loudest and most glorious thing the Ax Man had ever heard. He laughed and called out in triumphant joy. Roman was shaken awake by the commotion and kicked up like a bronc, bucking, hollering, and bellering in all directions, more in blind self-defense than anything. In his fright, he ran right at the Ax Man, hitting him from behind and knocking him down just as the enormous Hemlock pounded into the ground with a thunderous thud in front of the mule, vibrating the ground for a thousand yards around.
The next day, neighbors found Roman wandering the lumber trail all alone. They looked high and low for the Ax Man, and he was never found. But even stranger, there was no sign of the Hemlock either, despite the obvious signs of a massacre of the giant tree. The only remains were the mangled, contorted stump reaching ever skyward as if in search of its missing trunk. On the ground next to the stump, lay old Archie's ax.
If you're lucky today, you might see the impression of a footprint and a peg leg in the dirt along the logging trails from time to time. And many a logger can swear they will occasionally hear the sounds of a great tree smashing and thundering to the ground in the far-off distance only to find no fallen tree, search as they may. It makes a person puzzle, does the sound of a tree falling in the forest mean a tree has fallen if no one sees it? Or is it only the sound of another soul rising to Heaven, tired, regretful, yet thankful all the same. If you ever lose something dear, and harbor poison in your heart for the loss, leave it to the Good Lord to mend, or vengeance may cost you more than your leg. Copyright 2021, BlueNetMarketing, all rights reserved.
Whoa I have a headache
are you sure your not Steven King having a laugh at us regular folks who cant pull a story out of our butt at a moments notice ????!!!!
@@kirkyorg7654 Sometimes you have to go where the creative inspiration takes you, never knowing what's going to happen. Give it a try. You'll enjoy the journey. Just start writing, and see what happens. There are at least two full length books in store for Archie.
I ate way too much veal for turkey day. But, anyway, you say soft maple is good for bending? I only did cherry. What would you charge for some?
We always watched for curly maple.
How thick are you cutting? 2"?
1 1/2”
Thank you. I find this kind of information helpful. Keep up the good work.
i can see why this wood is sought after that grain is the cats meow
They wanted live-edge boards?
I love the look of maple. I have a shotgun with a beautiful maple stock.
cool
I think your web site could use some more shirt sizes. As for me, all of my t shirts have pockets. Have good days!
What is the actual species? Red maple or silver maple.
Yes, what species are considered “soft maple” in contrast to “hard maple?”
In Nebraska, we have plenty silver maple and no sugar maples. In PA, do you find large Red and Norway?
Google says that Ambrosia maple is not an actual species of Maple (Acer). Could be red, silver, norway or any of the so called soft maple species as opposed to hard or sugar maple (Acer saccharum).
Silver maple is the soft maple.
I should have said silver is the soft maple of the two you listed. There are other soft maples but silver seems to be the most common at least that I mill.
Witch one do you get the syrup from. it looks like yous skys are starting to get cold up there it was 75 here today i had my finger on the A/C button ready to push it but i made it through it was tough.
Less valuable because it is so versatile?
Wood - "driveesina" in Russian
Your not supposed to tie the rope around your hand when you “fly” you know... 😆
Nope,not gonna say it.