Training For The Death Race, And Wood Chopping 101
Nothing as satisfying as hearing that crack in the middle of the log, right before it splits in half. Ok, I can think of few things, but you are just being petty.
You know? Max, the axe.
Don’t you name your tools? What about your TOOLS?
Just me then.
We are at a friend’s house. “Hey, quick question.” I email him earlier in the week. “Can I come over and chop down some trees?”. Yes, my friends receive the strangest emails. The most beautiful thing is that most of them do not even blink.
“Totally”, he says.
When I finally show up, he nods at me. “I’ve been warning trees all day”.
Before coming here I actually Google “how to hold axe” at home. [One day, my computer will be seized and the search history will be used against me in a conviction for crimes against humanity.] Countless websites come up, demonstrating how achieve a spiked up look with Axe hair spray. Yes. That’s exactly what meant.
Italian shows me proper form. Wide stance. Firm grip. Over head and down. Couple of logs are destroyed in the name of education. I’m mesmerized.
There is something alluring about a man who knows his way around an axe. (Excellent, I have just popped up on the radar of every axe murderer out there.] The chips are flying in all directions. Given his experience in forestry, something tells me this is harder than he makes it look.
Finally, he passes the axe. I sigh. The prospect of just watching him chop for the rest of the evening was kind of tempting.
I pick the thickest log I can find (overachiever much?), and start chopping through it. After going through a couple of inches of tree flesh, I rotate it and keep going. Few minutes later, I have something that resembles a giant apple core.
Ugh. Now what? It seems that each swing brings me no closer to actually splitting the damn thing. I’m frustrated. “It’s a brainfuck”, I complain to Italian, who’s sipping on a beer and seems quite content. “It’s a log”, he reminds me calmly. Best lesson of the day. I may need to remember that multiple times during the Death Race.
It’s a log.
It’s a river.
It’s a mountain.
Zen, motherfucker. Zen.
Meanwhile, the log still looks like a tortured apple core eaten by a beaver with an orthodontic problem.
“Stop taking little Noah swings, and chop like a freaking adult!”, Italian says. Noah is his nephew. He is 10. So in this context, it’s not a compliment.
I take a breath, and with my best kettlebell swing form, let the axe land at the very centre of the apple core. It neatly splits in half. Apple core no more. I am triumphant.
5 TIPS FOR OPTIMAL WOOD CHOPPING
2. Find a man who knows what he’s doing.
3. You can’t muscle through the wood, you have to let the axe do the work for you
4. If you lose patience, you will lose a leg. Or at least a finger. Take a breather, then resume with good form.
5. Do not hold the axe with the death grip. Squeezing it tight will do nothing for your end result. Firm, but relaxed grip is all you need.
For best effect, I also suggest the following:
- Pick another favorite recreational activity.
- Select a (completely arbitrary) body part, and insert it into the tips above, instead of the word “axe”.