Not too long ago I posted about a neighbor’s hunting blind that was falling down, on my side of the fence at Roundrock. I had given it a fair amount of time, thinking that the builder or the owner would come along and disassemble it. That hasn’t happened, and since hard core hunting season is now past, I figure that the user of the blind is either not aware of the tumbling or doesn’t care.
In any case, gravity is dealing with it, and I figure it’s become my responsibility now regardless of whose it might have been before.
My plan was to stop by the blind as I drove to and fro at Roundrock and grab a piece or two of the lumber in a slow process of collection. Then I’d add the lumber to my campfires and give it a last, enjoyable use. I finally stopped by the blind on a recent visit and learned that my plan won’t be as simple as I thought.
Whoever built the blind did it right. It was held together with long screws, not nails. My plan was to knock the thing apart to get the separate pieces of lumber, but the screw assembly has made that impossible. Thus when I do stop by the blind to grab a few pieces, I’ll need to bring along a cordless drill or screwdriver. Add to this the fact that the wood is treated to prevent decay. I’m not going to be throwing that onto the flames and release all kinds of toxins in the air you and I must breathe.
In the end, if I stick to my plan, I’ll have a big collection of treated lumber of various dimensions. What to do with it?
For a while I’ve thought about building a sawbuck to use while at the cabin. I had originally intended to harvest a bunch of cedar trees to make this since I have so many of those and their wood is long lasting. Their shape, however, doesn’t lend itself to careful, sturdy assembly. But the treated lumber from the falling-down blind does.
So now my plan has evolved. Rather than knock the old blind to splinters, I’ll more carefully disassemble it and collect its parts with a view to reassembling them as a sawbuck. Of course that will mean more work for me, both in building the sawbuck and then in no longer having an easy excuse for not cutting up so much of the fallen timber in my forest.
Don’t forget the skull-naming contest that runs through the end of the year. If you suggest the name I eventually bestow on the deer skull hanging by my fire ring, you’ll win a round rock from my forest, found especially for you. Post your suggestions in the comments or send me an email.