That's not a caber, that's a ships mast!
I'd really like to see someone pick and turn that monster. Actually, with that much taper if you could get it picked the turn might not be as hard as you think. The problem of course is picking a caber that long and that heavy without losing it.
*For the non-athletes, a 'pick' is the act of lifting the caber from the ground, not choosing it*
.. the kilt had concealed a blaster strapped to one thigh and a knife to the other. He was aware of the present gentle customs against personal weapons, but he felt naked without them. Such customs were nonsense anyhow, foolishment from old women - there was no such thing as "dangerous weapons," only dangerous people.
--Robert Heinlein in Methuselah's Children
That weighs more than I do.
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