What you see here is my collection of beaverwood collected the past five or so years, loaded up and ready for transport. It quite possibly rates as the greatest eccentric collection of its kind in Oregon history! Boasting? Why not? Sometimes being number #1 at something is a good thing.
Not one piece was ever removed from a dam or lodge. I simply found these choice cuts along Oregon Coast beaches, streams, creeks, rivers and estuaries. They often found me.
They finally had to go. I donated them to a mad artist who plans to build a lodge with them where he can take a sauna, smoke weed or drink pear-distilled moonshine.
It was hard to see my gnawed lovelies go. But in Oregon, there will always be more beaverwood to collect.