Have walked and driven cow turd rd but never knew it was named that. I think whoever named it was definitely no scatologist. There are no cows out there,you'll find a bear turd quicker but deer and coyote turds are a better bet
Those woods. Were logged for firewood in the eighties just before they were sold to the state.Dad was paying forty a pick up truck bed full. He worked the chainsaw and me and cousin john hauled and stacked the wood.We were competing on who could carry the biggest logs. Probably why I'm so old and beat up now.If I had known I was going to live this long id of treated myself better.Looks mostly white or chestnut oak and pine with some leatherleaf/sheep laurel low areas. Whadda-ya say Al?
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Have walked and driven cow turd rd but never knew it was named that.
I once was able to follow in the ruts of 4X4’s across puddles along Hesstown’s Cow-S--t Road with my 1970 2-wheel drive F-100. This route included Sweeten Water, which I learned half-way across wasn’t really a puddle.
I was subject to a similar torture from my father-in-law back in the mid 1980's. He'd bid for the right on land in Lebanon State Forest to (after it was cut by firewood dealers) take the branching tops that were left on the ground. We'd go out there with him and cut them up and drag the wood to the truck and toss it in. Stepping over all the cut slash with an armload of wood on warm fall days was not fun. But not fun enough for him...he then invested in a log splitter for the bigger wood they left. I would use that damn splitter for 3 excrutiating hours. When he gave me a measly $15 for each session, I refused his phone calls.Those woods. Were logged for firewood in the eighties just before they were sold to the state.Dad was paying forty a pick up truck bed full. He worked the chainsaw and me and cousin john hauled and stacked the wood.We were competing on who could carry the biggest logs. Probably why I'm so old and beat up now.If I had known I was going to live this long id of treated myself better.
Hesstown’s Cow-S--t Road was so named for the remarkably meadow-muffin-like stump holes that were found along its way. For decades their darkened casts looked like cow plops. This etymology was passed on by an old woodcutter, Russ Pettit, who worked the portable sawmill near Sweeten Water. I've assumed Sweeten to be a surname.I thought it was called "Cow S***t road.![]()
I was a teenager and the wood was heating.my @$$ at home so I did it for free but you were a grown man then. Fifteen bucks for three hours was BSI was subject to a similar torture from my father-in-law back in the mid 1980's. He'd bid for the right on land in Lebanon State Forest to (after it was cut by firewood dealers) take the branching tops that were left on the ground. We'd go out there with him and cut them up and drag the wood to the truck and toss it in. Stepping over all the cut slash with an armload of wood on warm fall days was not fun. But not fun enough for him...he then invested in a log splitter for the bigger wood they left. I would use that damn splitter for 3 excrutiating hours. When he gave me a measly $15 for each session, I refused his phone calls.