So yesterday I was celebrating a few birthdays (3 family) and since it was raining extremely hard I passed on my daily ride. Around noon a friend phoned me. Strange …I better answer this phone call.
“Is this yours”?

“It looks like mine” I said, “but I stashed my saw in a safe dry secret place”.

“ I found it laying on the fire road close to where you were working.” He said. “I can take it to your house”.
I don’t leave my trail maintenance tools in the open. I don’t leave any hint of trail maintenance tools laying around …period. I stash any tools in a large plastic garbage bag and bury those about 20’ off the trail …and then take a picture of the area that I will recognize.
I’m grateful that my friend found and returned my chainsaw to me. He recognized that it was likely mine. I’ve never had a tool taken …although I misplaced a folding saw once.
“Is this yours”?

“It looks like mine” I said, “but I stashed my saw in a safe dry secret place”.

“ I found it laying on the fire road close to where you were working.” He said. “I can take it to your house”.
I don’t leave my trail maintenance tools in the open. I don’t leave any hint of trail maintenance tools laying around …period. I stash any tools in a large plastic garbage bag and bury those about 20’ off the trail …and then take a picture of the area that I will recognize.
I’m grateful that my friend found and returned my chainsaw to me. He recognized that it was likely mine. I’ve never had a tool taken …although I misplaced a folding saw once.
















