I've been out of town for most of the past three straight weeks. Yesterday, I was driving past our little rural community park and noticed a small pile of bucked wood next to a tree. "Hmmm!" says I. I wheel around and drive up into the wooded parkland and find a good little stack of freshly cut water oak. I load it up and look around and see three more stacks or similar size: some more water oak and some nice pignut hickory. These are all about six to eight inch branches with only a couple of uglies. I took home almost a pickup truck bed load. Maybe a quarter cord. Good, freshly cut green wood. Rather inconsiderate of them to buck it up to about 25 inches. Don't they know it won't fit in my stove? Oh well, I have the means to make it work and that'll leave me a bunch of four inch chunks to burn as fillers.