Sunday, January 27, 2008

More Heavy Metal

It's winter, it's the off-season and the RRCC is going shopping.

Our next possession comes straight from the "I-Can't-Believe-We-Didn't-Have-One-Earlier" Department.

The two-man crosscut saw...
























This has Rebel Rivers written all over it. It's big. It's steel. It brings down full-size dead trees. It cuts through 9-Man Logs in about five minutes. It gets us in lumberjack competitions. It fits perfectly in a canoe.

Josh gave a mildly alarming financial report at JJ's the other day, but this has got to fall under the "essential items" exception.

Just ask yourself this. What's cooler....

(a) Albert King?


























I'm your crosscut saw
Baby, drag me across your log
I'm your crosscut saw
Baby, drag me across your log
I cut your wood so easy for you
You can't help but say "Hot dog!" Listen

Or

(b) These two jessies using a camp saw engineered for patio living?




UNACCEPTABLE! Say goodbye to that old knucklebuster because at the meeting next week we will seek approval for the club purchase of a 5-1/2 foot, two-man, Western-style felling saw from Jim's Crosscut Saws in Roseburg, Oregon.



That's Crosscut Jim on the right.







The "bible" for crosscut saw users is called "Saws That Sing: A Guide to Using the Two-Man Crosscut Saw." What's not to like about a title like that? So we're getting one of those, too.


























Looks like we'll also need a sharpening kit.




A scabbard for transporting...





And perhaps a Handy Hookeroon...?




According to "Saws That Sing," the crosscut saw has the following advantages over chainsaws:

1. Never fails to start
2. Safer when dropped
3. Lighter
4. Quieter
5. Burns no fuel (may need beer)
6. "Less susceptible to damage when dropped by parachute"

There's all kinds of interesting stuff out there. Like the difference between felling saws and bucking saws, the different settings for the teeth in different conditions, and why they call it the "misery whip"....



Introduction: Crosscut Saw Manual, 7771-2508-MTDC

USDA Forest Service

National Smokejumper Trail Manual



Apparently it takes hours and hours to sharpen one right. But who among us can possibly take on more tasks during the busy camp set-up period? Where will they find the time?






Tuesday, January 22, 2008

3.S.B. - A.P.B.

Has anyone seen this banjo?






We had it for the Buffalo River this spring but no one knows if it actually made it on the trip. If it ended up in your gear, please bring it to the meeting at Savarino's in February. Bob is doing an experimental version of the Brandenburg Concertos using a 3-String Banjo on the candenzas and needs it ASAP.

Last known photos of the 3.S.B. in action are from the Piney River trip:




Take one, Billy!



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Bob says: "If I don't get my banjo back I'm gonna Uke!"



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Thursday, January 17, 2008

Meeting Thursday, February 7

The countdown clock says "-76" days from the fall trip so it's time for a meeting. Will it be post-trip from the fall, or pre-trip for the spring? February 7 will be almost exactly half way between the Buffalo River in November and a likely April date for the next one, so we'll cover both.

7:30 pm. At the upstairs speakeasy above Savarino's.






Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Here's an interesting little comment about the Buffalo from a float book published in 1979....

Stay tuned for announcements regarding the after-party a.k.a. post-trip meeting.
Get your $$$ to Josh if you haven't already.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Ohhh-Ai-Ohhh-Ai-Oh....


The dogs were barking as the cars were parking.



Practically everyone was there.

















There were forty italian sausages cooking on the outdoor grill. And they were sssssssizzlin'.


This is the first trip we decided to go without plates and silverware. Anything to avoid the "women-tended" label:

The owner of the Ser Sta Gro offered me fifteen dollars for the pup, and when I turned it down, he said he didn't blame me, and went out to commandeer a seat for me, regally, in a blue pickup truck that stopped for gas. The two men in it were brown lean small-townsmen headed out to a deer lease, and made room cheerfully for me and the pup. They were talking about how they'd packed the eggs and whether the milk would keep without ice and such matters, the talk of women-tended men magnifying the maleness of a three or four-day expedition away from their women.

Goodbye to a River, p. 81





We had to eat with some shhhhhharp objects.





Or perhaps, catch a few fish. Whatever came first.









Standing by peaceful waters.






Sunday, October 28, 2007

Trip Week

Pay attention.

There is some non-frivolous information about the trip here. In lieu of another meeting, all the logistics are set out out below. If you don't read the whole thing you won't know where to meet. And you could end up in "The Whirl."

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#1 Even though this trip was advertised as a one-nighter, there is a movement to camp at the put-in on Friday night. It's still fine to meet up with us Saturday morning, but if it's anything like the Stones River in '04 you'll spend the rest of the trip hearing all about the difference between "Friday Guys" and "Saturday Guys."


The put-in is just off I-40 at Exit 143/"Hurricane Mills," about an hour west of Nashville. From Nashville, turn left off the interstate onto Highway 13 and go a mile south. Turn right onto Cuba Landing Road at Hot Rods & Cadillacs (more on this later). Go down the hill, take your first left and you'll see the bridge. Easy.




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#2 Here is a close up of the put-in (and Friday campsite) at Blue Hole Bridge. I-40 is a mile north up that black and white road. We'll be camping right under the "idge" of "Blue Hole Bridge."




The owner of the land also owns "Hot Rods and Cadillacs," a friendly biker bar just up the road. You'll pass it on the way to the bridge. If we're not at the campsite, we'll be at HR&C. In fact, you might want to just stop there first.


You can't miss it.




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#3 We will meet for breakfast Saturday morning at 8:00 am at Loretta Lynn's Country Kitchen back on the interstate (same exit). We're eating at her kitchen so we don't have to unpack ours. If you're camping Friday night, you're on your own for dinner. If you're not camping Friday night, better be at Loretta Lynn's on time Saturday morning.


Here's a map that shows all three places:




1. Put-in/first camp (Friday night)
2. Hot Rods & Cadillacs (Friday night - Saturday morning)
3. Loretta Lynn's Country Kitchen (Saturday morning, 8:00)

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#4. On the river Saturday morning, we'll have 9.5 miles to get to our Saturday campsite. Perfect distance! As mentioned earlier, it will require some paddling through the big slow pools, but there are some riffles as well. The first major landmark will be going under the interstate itself. Remember, we're traveling south to north on these maps.




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#5. Continuing north, we'll pass through Cherry Bottom.




No comment.


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#6. Our Saturday night campsite is on river right just above Wherry Lake. We are going to have at least fifteen boats on this trip and there's a good chance we'll get stretched out on the river. So if you are out in front and get to the campsite first, set up on the downstream end of the gravel bar (the highest point).


There is always the possibility that our spot will be occupied. Big bars like this one are an attractive nuisance to the locals on Saturday nights. They may even be under the impression that it belongs to them. If someone's on it, go around the bend and wait for the rest of us at the next nice place to pull over. We will make a decision when we're all together. There are lots of other good gravel bars downstream. In fact, there's even one or two with nice riffles in front of them that we might like better.





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#7 Sunday morning is a four mile paddle. Also perfect! The first major landmark is "The Whirl." You can just think about that for awhile Saturday night and learn what it means all by your hungover self on Sunday.



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#8. Surprisingly, for the last two miles or so the Buffalo will be zipping right along in a continuous series of riffles. Then we'll hit the confluence with the Duck River. Paddling through a confluence is kind of an awe inspiring thing thing to do in a small boat and the Duck is huge at this point. We will be only a few miles above where it runs into the Tennessee River and it (the Duck) will have 200 miles worth of water behind it.

Here's the tricky part. When we hit the Duck we will turn UP stream to get to our bridge. So turn right, not left. Repeat: upstream = bridge; downsteam = Gulf of Mexico.

Now you know why all the rain last week was not necessarily a good thing. It's only about a half mile paddle from the mouth of the Buffalo up to the bridge, but the operative word is still "up." If the Duck is flooded it'll be sugar for sugar and salt for salt.






The Mighty Duck (bridge is visible if you click on the picture)


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