misery whippins

July 3rd, 2009

You younguns out there who grew up with  about 3 Homelites and 2 Husquevarnas in the shed might never have experienced the joy of a crosscut saw in your modern day lives.  You put a partner on one end and each of you take turns pulling.  About two minutes into it, you’re muttering and cussing, you’re thinking the other guy is a moron who can’t figure out the simple physics of keeping the saw on a straight and true trajectory.  No,  he’s binding it in the cut.  He’s making you work twice as hard as you need to.   What he needs is a talking to …. Or an ax handle across the forehead.  Maybe both !!
 

    Mostly what you learned is that you don’t want to get on the wrong end of one of those crosscut saws, which we called misery whips for a good reason.  Which one’s the wrong end, you ask?  Both of em.  Many a friendship ended using those misery whips.

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