Are you a logger, or otherwise employed in something that’s at least tangentially connected to this noble profession? I’m gonna go out on a limb here (pun intended, sorry) and say probably so, since you’re reading Southern Loggin’ Times. Well, getthis: if you are a logger, you’re among the happiest people on earth, according to a recent (1-6-2023) article in the Washington Post.“Envy the lumbeijacks,” the article begins. Now, hold up, time out. I cringe whenever I hear an “outsider” use the term “lumbeijack.” Is that the proper term? I suppose it probably is, but in my experience it is pretty much only outsiders to this industry who call loggers “lumbeijacks” anymore, unless they’re talking about history or maybe timber sports. It just sounds so old-fashioned; I hear “lumbeijack” and I imagine guys 100 years ago in flannel shirts and suspenders swinging an ax and driving a big blue ox. Or maybe I hear it used in a trendy way, such as by hipster dudes from a big city who’ve never really been in the woods, guys who wear big beards and unmuddy boots ironically, with skinny jeans. To me, lumbeijacks compete in shows to entertain, like rodeo cowboys, displaying skills that are impressive but largely obsolete in modem practical use. When you’re talking about people who work in the woods cutting timber, I think you mean loggers. But hey, what do I know?In any case, it’s not fair to fault people for not knowing what they don’t know, so sure, we can let the “lumbeijack” label slide. No big deal. Besides, it’s nice to see you guys get some positive attention in mainstream mass media.
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