A managed redwood forest.
Last week, I was in the redwood country of our coastal mountains. However, I wasn’t down in the parks with the gigantic and ancient trees. As you might imagine, I was in young, working redwood forests.
Wild Foxglove
It’s beautiful country and full of surprises. One of the surprises you’ll find in these forests are the old stumps of the ancient forest giants that were logged over a hundred years ago.
A giant redwood stump.
These old stumps tell a story of the past. The stump pictured above looks like it has two eyes. The “eye” on the left is a spring-board hole. Way back when, the timber fallers would cut a notch in the tree up above the butt swell. They then wedged a board into the notch. They stood on the board, called a spring-board, to cut the tree down. Two man teams with double bit axes and cross-cut saws fell these trees. The spring boards elevated the fallers up the tree where it wasn’t as thick, making it easier to cut. That’s why these stumps are so tall.
Many of these stumps are charred on the outside. The fires that caused this may have been intentional. It was a common practice of the time, to burn the logging site after the trees were felled. They did this to eliminate slash. After the big trees were cut the slash was so deep it was difficult for a man to get through it. The fire solved this problem and left burned stumps behind.
This redwood stump is fifteen feet across.
A spring board hole cut into the stump.
Looking west from the Coast Range toward Humboldt Bay and the Pacific.
I did a watercolor of a logger bucking a log with a cross-cut saw, which is showing in my post Misery Whip – The Final. Timber fallers on spring-board would be a good subject for an illustration. I might have to work on that. Happy Friday.
THE FORESTER ARTIST 
Tim,
I hope I get to sit in your presence and hear you share your tall tales! Maybe you should record stories for children about the BIG Woods. Think on it!
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I like that idea Linda, I will.
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What is slash? The branches?
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Yes, it’s the branches and foliage.
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Your photos are always amazing. Thank you for sharing with everyone!!!! Cher xo
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Thank you Cher.
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Fascinating post. I’d love to see those old stumps. Just amazing.
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It’s amazing how big some of them are. The redwood stumps last so long because of thier resistance to rot. I’ve seen some of these old stumps actually sawn into beautiful perfect boards. They get a curly grain that is just stunning.
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The black stumps are amazingly beautiful. It’s very hard to imagine the difficulty of sawing while standing high up on a springboard!
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I imagine is would have taken two men all day to cut down one tree. I also suspect they got knocked off the boards when the cross-cut saw would bind up!
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I always learn something new from your posts.
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Thank you so much Monica. 🙂
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Welcome to my world. Dont you wish you worked in young redwood all the time?
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I usually get over there a couple times a month, but I’m there for the Douglas-fir.
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Oh they do talk to us. Another wonderful post Tim!
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Thanks Elena
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