One major aspect of Cabin and Trail is our Forestry Team - an intercollegiate club
sport open to anyone who wants to try it. Each term, the team travels to other schools in
New England to compete, and we even host a meet here every three springs! So, if you want to
learn about chopping, sawing, splitting, or pole climbing, read on.
Dartmouth's Forestry Team
While many other schools that the Dartmouth Woodsmen's Team
competes with have Forestry as a varsity sport and hold tryouts,
our club team is different. At Dartmouth, we are far more serious
than that. We won't take just anyone on the team. There is a
minimum biceps measurement of 37" (25" for the guys) as
well as a rigorous psychological exam to be sure the person can
handle the intense pressure of intercollegiate woodsmen's
competition. Well, really we'll take anyone at all, especially if
they are silly. Intense practice at Oak Hill and fierce
competition help mold teams into formidable wood-chopping
machines every year.
Newcomers are always welcome! Send an e-mail to
Cabin.And.Trail@dartmouth.edu to learn about practice times.
Forestry. Ugh! The rallying grunt of the Dartmouth
Woodsmen's Teams echo from scenic Canadaigua, NY, to the suburban
jungles of Montreal. From the arid plains of Durham, NH to the
whispering pines of Oak Hill in Hanover comes the thrilling ring
and crunch of the keen axes as they bite into the peeled and
glistening wood. Forgive these adjective-laden reveries, but to
me Forestry will always be a blur of impressions, a bosky collage
of sights and sounds. The glint of the sun on the razor teeth of
a salmon-spotted crosscut saw, the smell of fresh-cut wood, the
tautness of muscles after a good practice: these are the things
that come to mind as I think back over my years with forestry.
But over and above all this I remember the people, the
camaraderie that exists as in no other sport. Half the fun of a
forestry meet lies in cheering on your team-mates, in screaming
yourself hoarse to encourage someone to keep going even though
their arms burn and tremble. "You're not tired!" and
"Breathe!" are some of the commands that burst forth
from the lips of your comrades as you stand on top of an eight
inch thick block of poplar thinking you will never break through.
Then your axe severs the last fibers and you collapse, surrounded
by a whooping and hooting circle of friends.
- David Hastings '00