Got to thinking this evening. Getting really late, past bedtime.
Used to be, this was a pretty easy cakewalk. Put in the hours, and get results. And move onto the next thing to be done that day.
We're infested with Eastern Red Cedar here in Oklahoma. It's a legacy of the Dirty Thirties. They brought the trees in to help prevent soil erosion.
I used to push pasture out about maybe 40' at a time. Every Cedar, especially the large ones, gave you another 40' of ground. The lower branches cover a lot of territory.
You limb one side, as high as you can reach, then drag the limbs off to the side so you can get to the trunk. Then, you could cut the tree down. This is probably a 30ish to 40ish foot tall Cedar. Limbing them, looking at the way they were growing, and the lay of the land..........you could predict where they would fall. You can do a lot with a chainsaw.
Now..........this is all well and good.........but what do ya do with the things. You can drag them with a chain, but you can only drag them into rows. Takes up more land than you cleared.
Time to fire up the welder. While I know this steps on some toes..........there's welders, and there's fabricators. I'm in the later group.
Put something together to handle the problem, and pat yourself on the back when it works.
You make huge piles of this crap, and wait for a wildfire to come through........which happens occasionally. You'd be an idiot to try to burn a pile like this.
So now it's Blackberries, and saplings (some of which are fairly large). The game never ends. The players just get old.
(The wildfire did come through about 2yrs(?) ago. Piles gone. Took near 20yrs, but it happened. Pics are sometime around 2007.
It's a young man's game. It takes time, and it takes physical health/strength. That goes away with time. You can't play catch up when you get older. You start to get steam rolled.
I'm not crying about it. It's a natural progression. It's the stuff of thoughts, and remembrance. A nice feeling.
And...........I'm still at it.