Cleaning up around the shop.
How do you like my improvised gin-pole truck?
That was the first of two logs. I needed to carefully place them in a dead-end, tight spot on the property where I have my shop so skidding wouldn’t have worked for me; I didn’t feel like raking the driveway either.
Yes, there seems to be more wood than truck; it’s a case of making do with what’s at hand.
I once had a job where we were routinely asked to move Heaven and Earth using rope and tackles with ten men and a boy to stand in as the prime mover. This little job took me on a stroll down amnesia lane.
If I ever get my hands on a decent (free) winch, I have an old bruiser of a truck to properly fit-out.