The worse type is the do-it yourself logger. 95% of them think just because they have a chainsaw and something that runs on diesel they are "po fess unal" enough to log. Over the years I have seen some real pieces of work. Here are a couple of stories. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
1)We will call this guy "John" John spent nearly all day cutting down trees and loading them on a trailer. He didn't have a tractor or anything to load the logs on with so he used one of those things that you use to pull car engines with. By the time he gets to the mill he has just about burned up his rear-end and the tires on the trailer are flat with bent rims. He has overloaded his little trailer with logs. This trailer was designed to haul lawn equipment not 2 tons of logs. As the yard manager unloaded his logs, "John" says: "I don't know why they say yellow poplar is such a light wood. These were the hardest damn tree I have ever cut!" I look at the yard manager-he looks at me and then I turn to "John" and say: Those aren't yellow poplar logs, those are hickory logs." For y'all who don't know hickory is one of the lowest value timber species there is. So for 6 hours of work, a burned out rear end and a trashed trailer "John" went home with a huge $93 check
2)We will call this guy "Jack". Jack also spent nearly all day cutting down trees and loading them on a landscaping trailer as well. Jack had at least some sense and used a tractor to load the logs. Jack was carefull not to over load his trailer and he had the logs stacked really nice. You see Jack was cutting cherry which is one of the most valuable species. However much to his chagrin, he realized that he cut the logs into 5 foot lengths. Our mill doesn't take any log smaller than 8 feet in lenght and neither will any other sawmill for that matter. "Jack" didn't want to haul the logs back and didn't have a place for them. We decided to stick the logs in our load of pulpwood. 7 hours of work and "Jack" went home with a smoking $17 check for pulpwood.
3)This next guy perhaps wins the grand price for stupidity. We will call him "Jesse". I had been after him for years for him to let me sell his timber. When I changed jobs I again aproached him to try to buy his tract of timber. He finally told me that he didn't want to sell his timber because he didn't want some logger going in and messing his land up. Plus, he said that all timber buyers do is rip people off. So Jesse goes out buys a skidder that was made in 1965 and would not pass must by OSHA standards and a tractor with a lift to load the logs onto Ford truck manufactured probably in 1956. I would backfire something horrible and left a trail of smoke for miles behind it. The first day didn't go so well for "Jesse". On his first day he was trying to cut away this 7 inch red maple sapling to get it out if the way. Well there was a tree leaning over the sapling, putting tention on the but of the tree, right where "Jesse" was cutting. As soon as the chainsaw starts cutting the tree, the tension is released causing the tree to spring back right into the face of "Jesse". "Jesse" wakes up about 30 minutes later after being knocked out cold. His is also missing 3 teeth and has a broken nose. Does this deter "Jesse"? Hell no! Three days latter while cutting down a massive white pine he makes a little boo-boo. WHen the white pine leaps off the stump it hits a locust snag. The locust snag falls and lands right on top of his brand new Tundra! Does this deter "Jesse" Hell no! He has a chainsaw and is a "po fess unal" logger. Three weeks later "Jesse" comes to me and says "Uhhh, I think I want to sell you the rest of my timber, and uhhh I need some help with uhhh something as well." I ride out to the tract and because "Jesse" cares more about the land than one of my logging crews, he has burried his skidder in a creek. Unaware of water quality laws regarding forest management, "Jesse" was skidding logs DOWN the creek because "It was the easiest way to go" By the time my crew got there 10 days later it took a D8cat to pull his skidder out.
Moral of the story is don't cut timber yourself