Well, the tab for ‘free’ firewood from the neighbor’s downed honey locustis about $150.
When the small electric log splitter, some hand tools, and a lot of elbow grease didn’t make any headway on turning those logs into firewood, the hubs headed to Northern Tool. (By the by, is there a name any more flannel than that? Probably not.)
Anyway, he came home with a hand-powered 10-ton splitter. And this is is what happened.
Lots of creaks and snaps. Flipped the log over, more creaks and snaps. No split.
Then we looked at the splitter. New personal best: Broke a piece of new equipment in under an hour. The creaks and snaps were the frame saying Hey you two idiots, STOP. Bent that puppy good. The wheels rolled no more.
At this point (or perhaps sooner. . .), the battle has become personal and the hubs heads to Lowe’s, comes home with some angle iron, and some nuts and bolts. Heads to the basement. Lots of loud sawing, banging, and whatnot. And this is what happened.
Behold the newly reinforced log splitter. Frame whacked back into shape, too.
Again with the creaking and snapping. But at this point, what the hell. It works or it don’t; no point in babying the thing.
Houston, we have liftoff! Whew. A little ‘finessing’ required as the frame inhibits the split on larger logs.
But that’s a small price to pay.