I'm a 3rd generation logger started driving tractor when I was 12 driving a 748 g ll. My dad passed away 3 years ago and my mom sold everything and moved to Indiana I operate a 234b on tracks
Got a cool story on when I started pulling wood. My processor man ask me not long ago what was the first skidder I drove. He’s 21 and been in the woods since high school. Been on the procecessor a year now and he can go thru 30 loads a day on it. He’s ran I think 136 for his best week, but 100 is relatively routine for him. Back in the 1970’s we were cutting a pond site out on some of our land. We cut the logs down with a chain saw , but the only pulpwood we got up back then we hauled for firewood. My pop had a man cutting and limbing with the saw. He measured the logs himself and we pulled them one at a time with a 3020 John Deere farm tractor. We loaded with a 4020 with a front end loader with Hay forks. Hauled with a old GMC 2 ton I was 10 or 11 that summer Daddy would get the tractor turned around and hooked to a log for me to drag to the hill every pull. Bout middle morn, I saw my granddaddy and grandma pull up to the deck. I saw granddaddy walking down in the woods to talk to daddy I guess, and grandma sitting in the truck while he was gone. Well I was excited.I had a lot of cousins and I was going to show grandma how good I could drive that tractor so she could brag on me to all my cousins! Well daddy had me a log hooked up. I had the throttle a little too high and I was in a little wet spot. Man I let off that clutch and let it rip. The front end popped up doing a wheelie, the back tires were spinning slinging mud everywhere I stayed down on it riding that baby on out. I was smiling like I was a bad dude. I looked up toward grandma hoping she saw me. She did. She had come out the truck, hollowing , Jerry! Jerry! Get him off that tractor before he kills himself. I wasn’t smiling then. Neither was daddy. It was a long day the rest of the morning and afternoon sitting on a stump that hot Ga day. I hated living that evening. But the next day I was back at it , pulling wood. And I guarantee yal, I dinted hoss that tractor no more. Yal take care. AC
Got to stay steady and keep it to a tree to make some production. I have owned my own crew with my younger brother for over 31 years now. Been a lot of aggravating years with us Brothers. He is two years younger than me , but I would hate to have all this on myself. We make a good team. AC
Very awesome.
I'm a 3rd generation logger started driving tractor when I was 12 driving a 748 g ll. My dad passed away 3 years ago and my mom sold everything and moved to Indiana I operate a 234b on tracks
I gotcha I operate the 720G cutter
Got a cool story on when I started pulling wood. My processor man ask me not long ago what was the first skidder I drove. He’s 21 and been in the woods since high school. Been on the procecessor a year now and he can go thru 30 loads a day on it. He’s ran I think 136 for his best week, but 100 is relatively routine for him. Back in the 1970’s we were cutting a pond site out on some of our land. We cut the logs down with a chain saw , but the only pulpwood we got up back then we hauled for firewood. My pop had a man cutting and limbing with the saw. He measured the logs himself and we pulled them one at a time with a 3020 John Deere farm tractor. We loaded with a 4020 with a front end loader with Hay forks. Hauled with a old GMC 2 ton I was 10 or 11 that summer Daddy would get the tractor turned around and hooked to a log for me to drag to the hill every pull. Bout middle morn, I saw my granddaddy and grandma pull up to the deck. I saw granddaddy walking down in the woods to talk to daddy I guess, and grandma sitting in the truck while he was gone. Well I was excited.I had a lot of cousins and I was going to show grandma how good I could drive that tractor so she could brag on me to all my cousins! Well daddy had me a log hooked up. I had the throttle a little too high and I was in a little wet spot. Man I let off that clutch and let it rip. The front end popped up doing a wheelie, the back tires were spinning slinging mud everywhere I stayed down on it riding that baby on out. I was smiling like I was a bad dude. I looked up toward grandma hoping she saw me. She did. She had come out the truck, hollowing , Jerry! Jerry! Get him off that tractor before he kills himself. I wasn’t smiling then. Neither was daddy. It was a long day the rest of the morning and afternoon sitting on a stump that hot Ga day. I hated living that evening. But the next day I was back at it , pulling wood. And I guarantee yal, I dinted hoss that tractor no more. Yal take care. AC
Andy Cobb, Cobb Bros Logging nice story. It’s crazy how much things have changed since then
Got to stay steady and keep it to a tree to make some production. I have owned my own crew with my younger brother for over 31 years now. Been a lot of aggravating years with us Brothers. He is two years younger than me , but I would hate to have all this on myself. We make a good team. AC