When I began this a person couldn’t tell there was an oak tree without standing off at a distance because it was so choked with cedars.
A gully was being cut down to bedrock in the swale. I’ve got a lot more cedar in the immediate area I’ll be clearing, but I’m figuring before I put anymore on the dam I’ll stand atop what’s there and cross cut as deep as the chainsaw bar will reach to compact it as much as possible before adding more material.
Incidently, once I got most of the cedar cleared from around that oak I found this great, long, straight one. It’s a keeper, though I don’t know what for. Assuming I can get it loose and untangled from the upper parts of the oak without having to cut it.
There’s a watershed of maybe fifteen acres with a lot of slope draining into this spot. My thought is I’ll bring the dam roughly six feet high after compacting, then thicken it with whatever cedar’s left in the immediate area. Afterward I’ll move upgrade and create a series of brush berms across the grade to slow down concentration times.
Lots of work left to do on it, but watching that dam grow’s a smiler for me. Someday I’m going to try to figure out what makes me tick. This whole sudden new joy of doing all this came out of nowhere. Gale’s up there laid up, doesn’t have a clue I’m doing most of it on his property, though I describe most of it to him. He shrugs and tries to seem encouraging, but I doubt he can picture what’s going on here.
Meanwhile, me just down here working my arse off for the hell of doing it, not a clue why.