Bet my dad could have told some stories about logging camps. Back in the mid to late `30's he worked with his dad cutting pulp wood in norther Minnesota. About the only thing I can recall he saying was that they had one guy whose only job was to take all the two man saws and sharpen them with a file every night so they would be good to go in the morning.After 2 weeks in, I think most of the crew looked like this