tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20119470.post2251494182307002154..comments2023-08-20T15:59:58.293+05:00Comments on Dope City Free Press: The Man's Got an Axe and He Knows How To Use ItMr. Beer N. Hockeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184518909716677938noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20119470.post-14930123081755199072009-12-28T03:33:00.058+05:002009-12-28T03:33:00.058+05:00Whatever happened to that guy, Mr. Beer N. Chainsa...Whatever happened to that guy, Mr. Beer N. Chainsaws?Your driverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06406948739451124566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20119470.post-61148150255307114572009-12-25T19:04:25.719+05:002009-12-25T19:04:25.719+05:00That was one of those high tech mauls you were usi...That was one of those high tech mauls you were using Steph. They are heavy as Anne Murray singing "Heroin" on Jupiter. The one thing I never drink and do is chop wood. I like my feet just as they are.Mr. Beer N. Hockeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07184518909716677938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20119470.post-45995242682073926262009-12-24T14:58:05.002+05:002009-12-24T14:58:05.002+05:00At our cabin, I occasionally use what I call a big...At our cabin, I occasionally use what I call a big splitting axe for the big rounds. It's heavy as sin- I have to start in front of my body and let the weight and inertia help the swing wind up- and has a little steel lever-doohickey at the top of the blade which helps the wood split apart. Is that a maul? I like chopping wood, but there's a certain time where I can actually accomplish the big jobs- I need to have *one* beer....I'm smart enough not to try with any more. It's a narrow window of opportunity, though. Also, when the guys are sniffing around the kitchen later, asking what's for dinner, I can tell them to fuck off and get cooking.Stephanienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20119470.post-39436174046586331852009-12-24T09:16:13.518+05:002009-12-24T09:16:13.518+05:00I too have swung a maul. Never did own one. The ma...I too have swung a maul. Never did own one. The maul I swung was a strong handled one that helped feed the biggest stone fireplace I ever sat contentedly in front of. You could roast a whole damn caribou in that fireplace. Motherfucking maul was so heavy I questioned my own sexuality swinging it into the old growth.Mr. Beer N. Hockeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07184518909716677938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20119470.post-78511948932302944532009-12-24T08:22:01.110+05:002009-12-24T08:22:01.110+05:00Back in my wood stove days I had a very heavy stee...Back in my wood stove days I had a very heavy steel handled splitting maul. You could swing that with any hand you wanted and no one would raise questions about your sexuality. Man did I get fat when I traded that thing for central heating and a computer.Your driverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06406948739451124566noreply@blogger.com