Being a professional scrounger, like the rest of us, I keep my eyes open. Two days ago, I came across some wood on the side of the road awaiting disposal. When I first saw it, I thought it was my favorite, which is Southern Live Oak. However, when I stopped, I realized it was ash that had been cut into 2-4 foot lengths. Ash is very rare here in my part of the south, and while I have seen it up in the Mississippi Delta where I hunt, I have never seen it here. Now, if I can only come across some Osage..... Pictures later.
Great score Dolphus Raymond . Its funny how different parts of the country are abundant with certain trees while others non existent. I imagine osage would be taken by any tree guys as they know the value of it...btu wise. As far as i know none is around here. Enjoy your first ash!
Reads like you got more than a piece. Good for you. We’ve got a lot of ash in the northeast. Trying to get more before the borers get it.
One day, two trees were standing in the forest. Between them was a young sapling. They look at each other, then back to the sapling trying to figure out whose it was. "That sapling is mine," said the Beech tree, "it is most certainly the son-of-a- Beech." "No, no, you're wrong," replied the Birch, "that tree is the son-of-a-Birch." Both trees had no way of knowing because they couldn't move and trees are also ironically impatient. Before long a woodpecker flies by and both trees call out. "Mister Woodpecker! Would you mind tasting this young sapling over here and telling us whether it is the son-of-Beech or the son-of-a-Birch?" The woodpecker flies down, dips his bill in a few times and looks back up. "Well?" Both trees asked. "Well, you're both wrong. It is neither a son-of-a-Beech or a son-of-a-Birch. That right there, is the finest piece of Ash I've ever put my pecker in."
