The urban lumberjacks carefully pruned the century-old maples lining the boulevard to make room for the new bike lane.

He tossed his lumberjacket over the chair after a long day in the forest.

The antique store displayed a row of well-worn lumberjackets, each with its own story.

The lumberjacketed foreman strode through the pine grove, clipboard in hand and a confident grin on his face.