Anger Management

River, Emily, Jarrod and I drove out to Jarrod's folks place to get wood. In town the streets are clear, but out there, the snow is stubborn. The driveway up to the place was rutted and pooled with slushy water. The woods still had that winter wonderland look.
This is how it went:
We pulled big pieces of maple out of the bushes. River cut the logs free with a chainsaw, looped a rope around them and then they were yanked out with a big, old black truck.
Next the wood was chainsawed down into rounds. We hauled the rounds over to our 'chopping station', where Jarrod, Emily, and I used hand axes to cut the rounds into smaller pieces.
We grunted and swore, and had a fine time swinging our axes.
Ccccraaacckkk!
We took a break and fired off Jarrod's shot gun at a dead tree. Deafening! By the time we left, the back of the van was filled with logs. We also left a nice pile for Jarrod's parent's stove.
....All this after an endless night of playing hits at the bar last night. Jarrod and I resurrected the DJ crew, and had them bopping in their socks until closing time.