Friday, May 10, 2013

You know you're a gypo logger when....

Ross Sherburn asked me to make a link to an old logging story that I told a few years ago. I looked it up and read it. It's anazing to me that I can even talk about logging without all the bad (Good) languge coming back. Who says "you can never go home?" First read the link then come back and read the rest of this post. Maybe some of you old gypos can add to the list.

Click on link: >  Lloyd Padon, CATskinner

1- You know that you are a gypo when you can cuss-out sombody across the canyon with sign language.

2- You know that you are a gypo when you take a link out of the CAT track rails to keep the tracks on the idlers to get through the season.

3- You know that you are a gypo when you weld the corner bits on the blade because you can afford the bolts.

4- You know that you are a gypo when you can tie a figure-eight knot in an 1 1/8" winch line cable in less than five minutes.

5- You know that you are a gypo when you can hear a limb falling like it was the loudest noise in the woods.

6- You know that you are a gypo when a water bag with no diesel on it is the most valuable tool you own.

7- You know that you are a gypo when You know how to make a three choker bridle to pull a big log.

8- You know that you are a gypo when you've had to use a CAT to pull a truck out of a landing.

9- You know that you are a Gypo when you have to race your fellow loggers to the bank on payday because only the first two thirds of the checks were good.

10- You know that you are a gypo when you rub mud on the rot in the end of the log and hope the scaler won't notice it at the mill.

11- The scaler at the mill knows that you are a gypo and will cull ANY log when mud on the end, whether it's rotten or not.

12- You know that you are a gypo when the rest of the crew makes you the butt of their jokes and you know thats a sign that they like you.

13- You know that you are a gypo when you go the work and talk about women all day, then go home and talk about logging.

14- You know that you are a gypo when you know that your not making any money but you don't quit because that would be admiting defete.

15- You know that you are a gypo when you go to Reno and win Two million dollars and you are happy because that means that you can log another year.

Your turn!

55 comments:

Anonymous said...

Buying used oil derrick line for the bull line, Looked like new until you winched a turn out of a hole then it looked like a porcupine with all the jaggers sticking out. Also this line was a top candidate for the ol' figure 8 knot.

Oregon

Ross Sherburn said...

I had to click on the "funny button" below! Good one Ernie!!!
I believe Lloyd Padon work for my dad quite often. Robin put me in touch with him a couple of years ago and he called me. My dad had a D-7 rennted out to some Gypo and they were abusing it in rocky ground above Shelter Cove.Shine made them put Lloyd on the cat to run it,because he trusted Lloyd not to tear it up!!!

Ross Sherburn said...

Ernie,Thanks for bringing this back and posting it!!!

My son Rex is a damn good equipment operator himself!!!

He's not a logger,but he's run backhoe,excavator,cats,farm equip,trucks,etc.

He is now a Mechanic for a New Holland dealership in Pasco,Wa.

Anonymous said...

Went through Pasco last week.

Oregon

Ross Sherburn said...

Oregon,Next time stop at S&S Equip.
They are a New Holland dealer south/east of town just off 395.

Rex Sherburn said...

Im a Service Technician not a mechanic.

And stop by anytime.

Is that rocky ground up there where the pirate gold is at? I need to go look for that after they find the homicide suspect up there first.

Ross Sherburn said...

Pirate gold supposed to be down on a beach somewhere,at least thats where they had Shine digging for it with one of his Cats............... circa 1960

Ross Sherburn said...

There was a rope swing out East Branch a little ways from Benbow. It would have been on the West side of the water.You'd swing out over the water & drop in. Anyone remember it?? Where exactly was it?

Thanks,The "thought" just jumped into my head. WEIRD.........

Anonymous said...

You know you are a gypo when you put a new engine in a really old truck.

Oregon

Ross Sherburn said...

1990 ain't a really "old truck" to me. But I'm still stuck in the Fifties.............

I learned to drive with a 1957 International pickup,It was purchased from Speed De-Vee.
The 1954 was traded in on a 1958 model cornbinder,i never drove either. Then my Dad bought a 1963 GMC from Des' Redwood Motors. It lasted about another 20 years!!!

Ross Sherburn said...

Maybe Robin needs to get back on board,to get this blog rollin' again? Oregon and I sure ain't gettin' it done.................

Ernie Branscomb said...

And Gem Boy, Olmanriver,and Gabby...

Ernie Branscomb said...

And Gem Boy, Olmanriver,and Gabby...

Anonymous said...

11:32 PM ? You up takin' a leak?

Robin Shelley said...

Hi, Ross.
Hi, Ernie.
Hi, Oregon.
Where's Omar?

Anonymous said...

What is an Omar? Old man at rest?

Idaho said...

Funny you should mention Gemboy. I was talking to him the other day and he showed me this dark shiny chunk of good quality coal that he had found in the riverbed by Sylvandales. He said that he had done some map research and the 1865 Doolittle map of Humboldt County showed a few coal deposits north of Garberville. Then he showed me these newspaper articles from the early-mid 1870's that told of two different men finding coal seams in the area of good enough quality that the local blacksmith could use it. One was AJ Stockton who built the two room cabin that the first hotelier, Schumacher moved into with his family about 1872, about where the Sherwood Forest driveway is. The other coal discoverer, MJ Byrnes, killed the first surveyor in the area around 1875. Although Jacob Garber affirmed that it was a case of self defense, the Humboldt Times referred to "whisperings". These whisperings got louder when his wife wrote a letter to the state archives some years later stating that Byrnes had taken hundreds of dollars to do the job for the local "squawmen" who didn't want the land opened up to "newcomers" and new land claims. He was later haunted by the surveyor's ghost at the foot of his bed. Ernie's wild wild west indeed!
But I digress... Gemboy then shared that a young man walking the riverbed down by Sunny Slopes found pieces of a lower grade of coal... and that Speed Devee had said that there was a seam of low quality coal running from south of Garberville up to Harris. Gemboy was very excited and hopes to find the coal vein that will make him rich... he wants to sell lumps of coal to Santa to put in the xmas stockings of those so deserving. Any of you seen the coal in the area?

Anonymous said...

I heard that Gabby's singing finally got to olmanriver and they had a parting of the ways. Gabby went to the SW to team up with Buck Miner on a cd concept based on Ernie's blog... "I'm just a Gypo with Typo Blood" is the working title. Other potential titles include "Without suzy, Life is Just Blah", "Once a Blogger, always a Blogger", "Skid Road Blues", "Don't Stand Under the Flying Pig with Anyone Else but Me", "Oneness Happens", " The Rave-in Branscombs' Reel", "The Fireman without a Hat", "Stories I Could Tell (if I Could Just Remember)", "I've Sat so Long Now I've got a Blue Moon", "My Computer Ate My Post-- the reprise". As you can imagine the record companies are lining up!

ps. It's suzy blah blah's birthday today(ish).

Ernie Branscomb said...

Since Olmanriver and Gabby got in that fight they have been laying low, but I get the feeling that they are very close...

Which Suzy Blah Blah?

Robin Shelley said...

I'll try again...
Hi, Ross.
Hi, Ernie.
Hi, Omar. (Omar knows who he is even if I don't... odd I'd have a pet name for him... but he likes it!)
Just wanted to say hi but you all feel free to go on & talk around me...

Ernie Branscomb said...

Gee Robin, I am truly sorry for not acknowledging your "Hi". However I was, indeed, glad to hear from you. It took your comment to draw our old friend "Anonymous" out of the woodwork. Thank-you for that.

Omar Nahr said...

Hello Mrs. Robin Shelley, my name is Omar and I am born from Egypt and I am finding this site while looking for my uncle Ernie who came to America and the very nice Google sent me here and now you are saying hi to me before I am knowing you and I feel very welcome. Hi to you and other kind like people in America. Do you have any nice nieces?

Ross Sherburn said...

Robin is kickin' arse again!!!!
Thats what these men folk need,to get this blog rollin' again......


Robin jumped my sh!t when I was first posting here. Then things cleared up when she found out I was a Gypos son from the area.........

Anonymous said...

Ross, I don't know about Robin liking gypos or not but, I'm sure she likes crows.

Oregon

Ross Sherburn said...

Oregon,I'm cornfused about Robin liking crows???

My dad told me,most crows I waz lookin' at,were Ravens.........

suzy blah blah said...

-Omar, suzy is your kind neighbor across the sea, born here in Humboldt. I can help you locate your wondering ankle-or-knee who came to America. I also know a hospital where you can get your niece replaced.

Ernie Branscomb said...

Oh my god! He's that Omar! Who knew?
With the addition of the nice Suzy it looks like most of us are back.

Welcome Home!

Omar Nahr said...

That Omar! How many times I have heard my family say such like words.
I am having a happy time to hear you suzy blah blah who is my neighbor across the sea! You are kind and nice to help me with lost uncles and loose niece. Are you too having loose joints?

O my are you the suzy blah blah of the song title above and happy recent birthdays? The suzy blah blah?

Omar Nahr said...

I have googled you many times.

Ernie Branscomb said...

Omar, the man of legends. Omar freed 22 captive Harem girls back to their mothers. He crawled through the sand dunes for four miles to let the air out of the gun-runners tires so the interpol agents could catch them. He packed water to camels dying of thirst in the desert, now the Camels stop and kneel in reverence when ever the see him. If you ever see a Camel kneel down, look around Omar will likely be close. He stole back and returned Egyptian antiquities taken from Egyptian tombs.
The tales of Omar could go on like the tale 1001 nights.

Omar is the grandson of the Kalif of Bahgdad, son of Ali Baba, Omar defected to Egypt were his fame only grows... I am humbled to call him a friend.

Omar said...

How a tale can grow! Yes there have been many stories told. Camel squished. Omar squeezed. Camel squashed. Omar smooshed is one that I am liking.

Another popular teaching tale: "AND this, O Son of Shapur, is the secret of Omar's alchemy: To gather something from every one thou passest on the highway, and from every experience fate sends thee, as Omar gathered from the heart of every rose, and out of the wide knowledge thus gained of human weaknesses and human needs, to distil in thine own heart the precious oil of Sympathy. That is the attar [36] that shall win for thee a welcome wherever thou goest And no man fills his crystal vase with it until he has first been pricked by the world's disappointments, and bowed by its tasks."

But these are tales of my youth, now I am just an old man with bad niece and a spicy meatball stand. My meatballs are so spicy, people call me Omar Cayenne.

Enough about me, most humble Ernie,
how can I get suzy's help?

Ernie Branscomb said...

Omar's first tale is a hilarious account of "a friend in need is a pain in the ass." (Camel) Kinda' reminds me of all the trimmers that show up on our front streets every year and squeeze everybody else out.

The second tale contains great wisdom and actually reminds me of our "real" Omar.

Excerpt:
AND this, O Son of Shapur, is the secret of Omar's alchemy: To gather something from every one thou passest on the highway, and from every experience fate sends thee, as Omar gathered from the heart of every rose, and out of the wide knowledge thus gained of human weaknesses and human needs, to distil in thine own heart the precious oil of Sympathy. That is the attar that shall win for thee a welcome wherever thou goest And no man fills his crystal vase with it until he has first been pricked by the world's disappointments, and bowed by its tasks.

Anonymous said...

See what you started Robin?!

Ross Sherburn said...

You guys are talking over my head again,I can't speak for Oregon....

Anonymous said...

Yeah, I want to know what Shine Sherburn did with the treasure he scraped up at the beach? I have heard that there is a metal ship that is grounded there on the coast that used to reveal itself?

r said...

Please tell more............
& where did you get your info???

Anonymous said...

Drat... I was teasing about Mr. Sherburn finding anything... somebody here mentioned he went looking. Trying to get the regulars back in the conversation.
I was told by a local that a metal ship is sometimes exposed, think it was Big Flat. So... oral rumor.

Ross Sherburn said...

Ernie,What about that metal ship Anon is talking about???

Robin Shelley said...

Ah, yes... this feels right! :)

Ernie Branscomb said...

There is all kinds of beached ships along the lost coast, they often reveal their old lost bones after storms. Some are still quite unknown.

I suspected that Oregon was pulling Ross' chain by asking about the Gold. I personally think that there never was any "Lost Gold", or at least only small amounts like a sailor might pack in his pocket. The ships carrying gold headed south out of Mexico. The ships passing the North Coast were coming over the top of the Great Pacific Gyre and south down the coast. The most valuable cargo that they carried were letters from home and beeswax.

Beeswax still washes ashore from old wrecked Spanish Galleons.

Dratted Anonymous said...

That is so helpful Mr. Branscomb... all my life people have been telling me to mine my own beeswax... and finally, now I know where to start... at the beach!

Ross Sherburn said...

Good one "Dratted" !!!!
I wonder who you are?? Local or old local,like I am..........

I did many Fook ups around Garberville when I was a kid,but not ashammed to sign my name here...

Dr. Anonymous said...

Old loco would be an apt description of me Mr. Sherburn. You don't know me. And I have never done anything so low as to steal money for movies out of parking meters as some here have done... no names... I heard tell that's why we don't have any parking meters in Garberville today... anyone want to fess up?

Ernie Branscomb said...

Hmm... Dr. Anonymous, I know of at least two people that did that as kids. Is that a "fess"ion.

Ross, Most Anons are decent people and their comments are reasonable. However, most evil, vile, comments are done by "Anonymous". Those are the real cowards, people that seek to hurt others from behind their curtains.

The reason that I always sign everything is because of something that my dad told me as a young child. "you are the person that you would be if you knew that your actions would never be revealed, and connected to you". I have made some pretty nasty statements on the internet, then when it came time to sign them, I have thought better of them and deleted them.

My actions are a personal choice, because I want to be good to my fellow man. Others like being evil, It's a conscious choice. I don't want to become that evil vile person That we are all capable of being.

Ross Sherburn said...

I bought a used Honda XR100R the other day,for the Grandkids to learn/ride on.
Been about 25-30 years since I was buying scooters for our kids to ride on..................

Ross Sherburn said...

Been to Tri-cities in Washington this last week,to see Son,wife and grandkids. Thought there might be something new on Ernies blog by now! Guess I was pissin' up a rope?

Ross Sherburn said...

Went to Weaverville four days,for their big fourth celebration....................

Ross Sherburn said...

Time to stay home now. Getting new gravel for drive way. A/C unit is getting stinky. I think the drain tube off the evaporator pan is plugged??? As usual,no help from Ernie!!!

Anonymous said...

I feel sorry for you Ross, entertainment and free air conditioning advice are getting harder and harder to get.
Ernie and I were talking the other day about Roy Rogers and family vacationing in the area, staying down the old Benbow drive at the Parkinsons Motel. One local woman shared that her brother would take Roy to some favorite fishing holes, and that Roy would grow a beard for anonymity and privacy before coming here. Another person said that Gabby Haze and the Sons of the Pioneers played locally back then. I wish I had seen him here. Apparently the Parkinsons kept the secret well, though their walls had many Roy Rogers pictures.
All of this came off of the Remember in Southern Humboldt When facebook page. Ernie, were you ever there?

A facebook thread came up that talked about the many plans for damming the local rivers, besides the best known Dos Rios dam that would have flooded Round Valley. I learned that Rancho Sequoia and Palo Verde were developed in expectation that there would be the Yellow Jacket dam in place blocking the Main Eel and creating a recreational lake. One of the stated intentions behind the many plans and studies of different dam locations was to prevent a repeat of the flood of '64. The ease of piping the stored water to the Central Valley system was also a major factor in choosing a dam location. Interesting that the developers would get so far ahead of the permitting of the dam.

Joe said...

Hey, Ernie. I have not been in touch for quite awhile, but my cousin, Naoma, in Alabama, mentioned you the other day. The context was our discussion of maybe getting together with other relatives for a family reunion in Redwood country. Her brother, Bruce, passed awhile back and he had specified that his remains (ashes) be scattered among the redwoods. I may have mentioned him to you at some point. He drove logging truck for the Bear River Lumber Company bringing logs down to their mill in Bull Creek. So, anyway, we're thinking of spending a few nights in the Garberville area. We might check into the Benbow Inn for a couple of nights, but it is a little pricey for some of us. Any suggestions? Maybe we could rent a house around Benbow for a few days.

Ross Sherburn said...

I didn't check in for a couple of days. Glad to see some new activity here!!!
Yeah,Round Valley would make a beautiful lake...............

Pulling hard on my memory banks,think I went to school with a Parkinson girl,who's folks owned the motel/resort??? Ernie,Oregon help me out here.

Ross Sherburn said...

Lois Parkinson was her name!
Where was the Motel???

Ernie Branscomb said...

Joe
First, my condolences on the loss of relative. Second, I'm sorry that it took me so long to get back to you. Third, it would be best to send me an email at ernie(at)branscombcenter(dot)com with the appropriate corrections. If I print my correct email the dang scammers pick up on it. After I get your email I can send you some lodging info that I can't put on a blogsite. Dang trolls this time.

Ernie Branscomb said...

Ross
Welcome back.
I assume by now that you have out-smarted that stinky A/C drain. I would have given you the benefit of my sage advice, but you have me at a severe disadvantage. I always say that "If a picture is worth a thousand words, being there is worth a thousand pictures." So, you see that my chance of being wrong is 1,000 x 1,000 to 1 of being right. (At least that's the excuse that I always use)

The best That I can describe the Parkinson Motel location is about 2/3 of the way from Benbow to the Twin Trees Bridge on the old highway 101.

I don't know Lois. Sorry.

Ernie Branscomb said...

I see that one of Gabby's close relatives is trying to pass himself off as "anonymous".

Oregon
Who blows up anvils in Willa Crick and Why?