Posts Tagged logging
July 13, 2012 at 7:07 am · Filed under Dark Side, Some truth to it, Stories ·Tagged Charles L. Mashburn, forest fires, http://kellieelmore.com/2012/07/13/fwf-free-write-friday-fright-write/, logging, story, the great north wet, writer
I’m not the superstitious type—in fact, I’m anti-superstitious—but for her Free Write Friday, Kellie Elmore has invited us to write about this ominous day that comes around at least once a year and sometimes three. So, I “kind of” obliged her; but just barely. Read the rest of this entry »
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July 7, 2012 at 4:38 pm · Filed under Dark Side, Mostly true, Poems ·Tagged Charles L. Mashburn, http://dversepoets.com/2012/07/07/poetics-whatever-the-weather/, logging, Mount Rainier, story, This Silence Was Not Golden, writer
Stu, over at dVerse Poets Pub has asked us to write a poem about weather, and one of the suggestions was to write about how weather affected a point in time. This poem says very little about the weather, but what happened on that long ago day had everything to do with the weather. If it hadn’t been so hot, and the logging crews hadn’t been shut down, Billy Staub might still be with us. But then… probably not. Read the rest of this entry »
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April 25, 2012 at 9:02 am · Filed under Dark Side, Mostly true, Poems ·Tagged Charles L. Mashburn, http://kellieelmore.com/2012/04/25/red-wine-and-norah-jones/, http://kellieelmore.com/books/, logging, Mount Rainier, story, This Silence Was Not Golden, writer
This morning, while commenting on one of Kellie Elmore’s wonderful poems, Red Wine and Norah Jones, I was inspired to write the one you’re about to read. In my poem, I mention a friend from back in my logging days in the great northwest near Mount Rainier. Read the rest of this entry »
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August 30, 2011 at 9:08 am · Filed under Mostly true, Stories, the good old days ·Tagged author, Be Still…. and know that I am God, Charles L. Mashburn, events, funny, good old days, hook tender, laughter, logging, old man, writer
Another story from my logging days has been stuck in my head all these years. The hook tender on this occasion was a guy who’d been dubbed, “Killer.” He was about five-foot-six, and weighed probably two hundred pounds, and most of those pounds were rock-hard muscle. He was known throughout the Mt. Rainier area as a street-fighter you didn’t want to tangle with. Naturally, none of us on the crew gave him any lip. Read the rest of this entry »
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August 27, 2011 at 10:44 am · Filed under Some truth to it, Stories ·Tagged accident, author, Be Still.... and know that I am God, broken leg, Charles L. Mashburn, fear, good old days, logging, Mount Rainier, old man, slinger, writer
High-lead logging in the northwest is an extremely hard way to make a living, and most of the men who did it back when I did were young–in the eighteen to twenty-five range. An out-of-shape old man was not expected to survive long at the job. Read the rest of this entry »
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May 3, 2011 at 6:00 pm · Filed under Mostly true, Stories, the good old days ·Tagged author, Be Still…. and know that I am God, Charles L. Mashburn, events, funny, good old days, hook tender, laughter, logging, old man, writer
Another story from my logging days has been stuck in my head all these years. The hook tender on this occasion was a guy who’d been dubbed, “Killer.” He was about five-foot-six, and weighed probably two hundred pounds, and most of those pounds were rock-hard muscle. He was known throughout the Mt. Rainier area as a street-fighter you didn’t want to tangle with. Naturally, none of us on the crew gave him any lip. Read the rest of this entry »
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May 3, 2011 at 9:00 am · Filed under Some truth to it, Stories ·Tagged accident, author, Be Still.... and know that I am God, broken leg, Charles L. Mashburn, fear, good old days, logging, Mount Rainier, old man, slinger, writer
High-lead logging in the northwest is an extremely hard way to make a living, and most of the men who did it back when I did were young–in the eighteen to twenty-five range. An out-of-shape old man was not expected to survive long at the job. Read the rest of this entry »
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March 31, 2011 at 8:49 pm · Filed under Random Thoughts, Some truth to it, Stories ·Tagged author, Be Still.... and know that I am God, Charles L. Mashburn, events, funny, good old days, hook tender, laughter, logging, old man, writer
I don’t usually post things this late, but.. I’m just sittin’ here killin time, so…
Another story from my logging days has been stuck in my head all these years. The hook tender on this occasion was a guy who’d been dubbed, “Killer.” He was about five-foot-six, and weighed probably two hundred pounds, a lot of which was rock-hard muscle. He was known throughout the Mt. Rainier area as a street-fighter you didn’t want to tangle with. Naturally, none of us on the crew gave him any lip. Read the rest of this entry »
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