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Steve Cannon carves a new niche market.
And the old becomes new again.
Need a little pick me up? Have a laugh on us.
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March, 2006
Dear
The mornings are starting to get a little bit chilly and we are enjoying the last of the warm sunny days
of summer over here in New Zealand. Hopefully the weather where you are is allowing you to get outside and get back into milling.
We've been working hard
planning tours that will reach into most corners of the world, and we are thrilled to include Australia in that later this year. Peterson's are
growing! One month at a time though, and in this month's Cutting Comments we profile Californian owner Steve Cannon, and see the re-birth of an old
smokehouse built way back in 1901.
As always, feel free to send through your
questions, suggestions and comments to us. We love hearing from you.
Happy milling,
from the team at Peterson's.
MILLER PROFILE: Steve Q. Cannon
Steve purchased a 10" Winch Production Frame in 2002 to build a timber frame house on his 138-acre tree farm in California, USA. Steve
soon found himself too busy in his forestry consulting business to work on the house, but he did however find time to do some custom sawing with a
friend that had logs too big for his bandmill to handle. So Steve has now carved out a little niche market for himself in his area, taking in the
logs that the bandmills reject.
Read more of Steve's profile online, and those of other millers
PHOTO OF THE MONTH
"And the old becomes new again"
In 1901 a young 20-year old man built a smokehouse on his property in West Virginia, USA, to live in while he rebuilt the farmhouse that
had recently burnt down. 104 years later Jeff Sincell decided that that smokehouse needed a renovation, and so he and his mates worked the Peterson
over three days to mill the lumber they would need, and make sure this smokehouse would see it through another century.
Read the full story and see the before and after photos online.
JOKE OF THE MONTH
Golfing with an older man
A young man who was also an avid golfer found himself with a few hours to spare one afternoon. He figured if he hurried and played very
fast, he could get in nine holes before he had to head home. Just as he was about to tee off an old gentleman shuffled onto the tee and asked if he
could accompany the young man as he was golfing alone. Not being able to say no, he allowed the old gent to join him.
To his surprise the old man played fairly quickly. He didn't hit the ball far, but plodded along consistently and didn't waste much
time. Finally, they reached the 9th fairway and the young man found himself with a tough shot. There was a large pine tree right in front of his ball
- and directly between his ball and the green.
After several minutes of debating how to hit the shot the old man finally said, "You know, when I was your age I'd hit the ball right
over that tree."
With that challenge placed before him, the youngster swung hard and hit the ball up, right smack into the top of the tree trunk. It
thudded back to the ground not a foot from where it had originally lay.
The old man offered one more comment, "Of course, when I was your age that pine tree was only three feet tall."
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