Don't know if I can give a quick synopsis of anything, but here goes. Had very little wood this spring so I started scrounging early (first-time scrounger). Learned a lot. Got lucky three times. Heard a grinder in the neighborhood and went to look around. Neighbor was taking down two decent sized ash trees, plus a pine. Told him I was interested in the wood, and he said two other neighbors were as well. Great, we'll split it three-ways. So I helped the owner buck maybe 1/2 cord for one neighbor. Short story is that the other guys really AREN'T interested! Oh crap, this stuff is big, and I'm just one skinny dude!! Pride kicks in and I can't bail out. Several 2-3 hour shifts and I'm blowing the sawdust to spread it in the yard to do final cleanup. The biggest round was 43", and I did get a buddy who needed to learn this stuff to help me. One big dangerous round was on a hill aimed at a house, so I drill a hole in it, screwed in a big eyelet thing, and strapped to the truck. We pushed it over and it didn't roll anywhere. I sharpened my 16" Husky 435 after each shift and what a great thing that is. I had to cut a few of those 36"-43" rounds in half, and even though I got better, I could never quite get a perfect cut through one. Always off by an inch. It's all back at my place stacked and covered, and I'll split it next spring when my racks are empty. This Ash Borer is a disaster, but the guy saved his house, I learned a lot, and my buddy got his whistle wet on the addiction. Starting to get it back to the house. Not ashamed to split something into 1/8's before I pick it up. Learned if the work is too hard I'm doing it wrong. Split about two piles like this to give to my pal. The pine is bucked and covered down by the firepit. What an operation for an amateur. Thanks to everybody!