I have enjoyed looking at old logging photos for as long as I can remember. 

I guess it's because my Grandpa was a logger, my Dad was a logger and I was a logger. 

I will never forget being 6 years old and getting my first ride on a John Deere skidder.  The man my dad worked for put me on his lap and let me steer it around in the woods.

17 years later I went to work for the same man as a sawhand and spent most of the next 17 years in the log woods here in Arkansas.  

Still it's always been a little sad to me seeing the photos of these giants being hauled to the mill.   

But at the same time it always amazes me knowing they were cut using axes and crosscut saws, then loaded on wagons and trucks and hauled to the mills and milled into lumber by back breaking hard work by some of the toughest men who ever lived.

My Dad used a crosscut saw to log for my Grandpa back before the second World War and was paid a dollar a day. 

I was a logger for many years using modern equipment and it was a tough job, but nothing like the loggers of the past. 

They dont make men like those old loggers anymore