Another new wood turner came to visit me a few days ago. He wanted to play with my hollowing set-up and I planned to show him a little about chainsaws since he was uncomfortable with them although he had used a box store toy saw before.
I got the saw out and set up to sharpen with my Grandberg guide before he got there planning a few minutes with chainsaw instruction and maybe a couple cuts then moving on to turning. My main saw is a Makita 6401, AKA Dolmar 6400. A bit heavy but 64cc's and I have bumped the compression and timing and have razor sharp full chisel Stihl chain on it.
I dressed my guest out in helmet with face shield and ear muffs and my Labonville chaps then worked on body position a little. He made three cuts with my saw and said, "OK, I'm not buying a cheap saw!" or words to that effect. We spent quite a bit of time with the saw. It wasn't wasted time, he went home with a half-dozen or so bowl blanks. We ran out of things to cut so I finally wrested the chainsaw away from him in time to let him have a quick look at the hollowing tool before he had to leave! He had quite a time with my other new friend too.
I was over at my brother's mowing when I spied movement in the underbrush.(we were a bit behind on the mowing) Easing up I saw a lot of hair and some snarling white fangs! As I approached it begin climbing a small hill and by the time I got to it, it had reached a level with my throat and face. Not being the timid sort I reached a hand towards the growling snarling creature of unknown origin. It was possibly a semi-mythical chimera, could have been about anything. After some careful maneuvering I managed to capture it.
The next problem was that I had rode a lawn tractor from my house the several hundred yards from my house to my brother's land. How was I going to handle the mower and keep this beast under control? It was quite a feat and I will admit there were times when he nearly reached my throat and once he made it to my shoulder. The picture shows what he looked like after a trip to the groomers a few days later. Nobody willing to claim him so he has a home here for awhile and if I can't keep him a couple of back-up homes with good people.
Took awhile to figure out a name. I called him a few things but none too complimentary. Fortunately I had watched The Good The Bad and The Ugly recently so I named him Tuco Benedicto Pacífico Juan María Ramirez. A lot of name for such a little fellow but it sounded better than The Rat and that is what Eastwood said Tuco was known as.
The ball is a little smaller than a tennis ball for scale. The vet says he is about six months old.