Just one more then I’m done, I thought.
It was a blistering hot day in November last year, and I was thinning out some hardwood trees at Dirty Creek, NSW.
A fourth-generation logger, I’d taken over the family business when my dad Frank passed away, aged 66, back in 1986.
I began my career at age 15, sawing up hardwood timber railway sleepers with a monster petrol-driven swing saw.
Back then you didn’t wear earmuffs or hard hats and there were no chain brakes on the chainsaws