Someone was kind enough to stack a car load of 16" long Pine rounds on the curb, presumably for the trash pick up. So as I was loading up, this same someone took the time to walk down and warn me: "You know that's pine, right?" Trying to save me from myself, I guess. Now granted, I've needed to be saved from myself a few times this year, but I feel pretty good about the cord or so of pine I've collected this year. (I got a whole white pine earlier this year) But trying to split it? I assumed it would split like butter. But there are like 10 knots in every round. More frustrating than my oak.