Hunting in the Cold

This year we decided to outdo ourselves, and cut down a tree that was so heavy as to be all but impossible to move. Thad and Jeff and the grandparents came with, as did the Adams family.

Big Thad, north of Kilgore.

Nothing yet..

Jeff, dad of Thad.

Still nothing.

Maybe over here..

I'm tired of looking.

Ok, we got something. It's a bit bigger than usual though.

Jack minding the equipment while we figure out how to move the tree.

It eventually took cutting off five feet from the bottom, and four of us dragging before we could move it.

Five feet are already missing from the trunk.

Yay, Laura.

Heaving it up to the roof.

Granny and Gramps enjoying themselves in the freezing weather.

Adam dude and Jack dude.

The grandparents got a much more reasonably-sized tree.

Grandpa got pictures of the Adamses and their tree, but even the Adams boys were nowhere to be seen when we cut their tree down. Afterwards, we all enjoyed hot cocoa and Tang, and small tangerines. When we got the tree home, we lopped off another couple feet off the bottom, and about three feet off the top too. But it's all up and decked now, so let the season begin.