We bought the sawmill because, believe it or not, you can't buy good wood here. In the middle of the forests where the wood comes from. It defies all economies. I could buy better wood in California (which in many cases came from here) and it was cheaper. Geez!

So cousin Sean and I decided that we needed a mill. Only to satisfy our own needs.

We decided to set up the mill (initially) at Uncle Wayne's house (Sean's Father). Why... Well Wayne and Sean are, among other things, 'loggers'. They are a source of timber coming out of these parts.

Mills have statistical rules. They are not to particular about one log verses another if they are statistically equivalent (size length). This means that the best of the best can be sorted out and removed from market at the price the market purchases the average material.

Not to mention... There is a lot of scrap that never goes to the Lumber Mill

When we purchased the mill we set it up immediately (who wouldn't). We moved around some junk beams laying around in the yard. Did some crude leveling. And behold Lumber.

Now in order for this to work you need something to move logs from a pile to the mill. Fortunately, there is a small skid-steer Bobcat type machine. Of course there are also Hoe's, Excavator's, loaders... But they are so big for these small logs.

It also became obvious that we needed a log deck in order to make this work. I'm not up-to-speed on operating the Skid-Steer, and I don't spend to much time milling, so a log deck that can be loaded up holds me until I can get someone to fill it again. Sometimes weekly sometimes monthly. It works out for everybody that way. Besides there is always tomorrow.

With Good Lumber I can Build Some New Fence -->

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