For a variety of reasons, we will never use chainsaws on our trips. It's a really bad choice for chronic trespassers like us because nothing gets a landowner moving faster than firing up a chainsaw on his property. Aesthetics and alcohol are two more good reasons. Thus we spent years cutting up firewood with a sminchy little bow saw before the idea of a two-man crosscut saw hit us over the head like a Nine Man Log.
The crosscut saw era had a memorable beginning for us. When we put out a call for leads to find one, Roy said he had his grandfather's saw in the attic somewhere he had been saving for sentimental reasons. So the first trip with a big saw was on Dale Hollow Lake in 2008.
Most of you know the rest of the story. When the first log was cut and a piece fell to the ground, the cross section had Roy's name clearly written inside.
That is some freaky sword-in-the-stone type stuff right there. Especially when you're on a creepy island in the middle of the wilderness.