With every swing, a wood splitter dreams of channeling the grace, accuracy, and power of a Sandy Koufax fastball. A lot of great pitchers aren't nearly as good as Koufax, though. Maybe once every thousand swings, the mauls and humans on Hardwood Hermitage find the Koufaxian moment. Much can still get done when you're less than perfect. A dead paper birch and spring poled red maple were dropped with the bow saw last week. Cutting yesterday and today allowed for a major splitting session still this morning. This wood isn't far from the house on the south hill.
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