No info with the photo. I'm guessing it's Port Orford cedar from Oregon in the 1940s, from the looks of the outfits the women are wearing. Anyone venture another guess on the year? Might be from ML McKinney, a well known supplier of arrow shafts.
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Dec 13, 2020
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Dec 13, 2020
No worries. It is what it is.
That's some more interesting info about their company too. Thanks. I looked up the name and found a google image of the local paper telling about the factory burning down in 1970. Said they sold several million shafts/year. They had plans to relocate factory to a new town.
What ever happened to the company after the fire?
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Dec 12, 2020
Gee, Steve,
I didn't know this thread would elicit such an emotional response.
Let me try to ease your mind a bit.
ML McKinney didn't go around indiscriminately chopping down a forest of trees. From the information in their catalog you can see they mostly harvested fire killed trees.
Again, the above photo had no info with it. Could be from anyone of a number of logging operations.
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Dec 12, 2020
This picture gives me the same sad feeling I get when looking at a picture (that extends to the horizon) of dead and skinned buffalo.
No worries. It is what it is.
That's some more interesting info about their company too. Thanks. I looked up the name and found a google image of the local paper telling about the factory burning down in 1970. Said they sold several million shafts/year. They had plans to relocate factory to a new town.
What ever happened to the company after the fire?
Gee, Steve,
I didn't know this thread would elicit such an emotional response.
Let me try to ease your mind a bit.
ML McKinney didn't go around indiscriminately chopping down a forest of trees. From the information in their catalog you can see they mostly harvested fire killed trees.
Again, the above photo had no info with it. Could be from anyone of a number of logging operations.
This picture gives me the same sad feeling I get when looking at a picture (that extends to the horizon) of dead and skinned buffalo.