I had been "stalking" a dead oak by a stop sign I pull up to regularly by my house.  I stopped in one day and gave the owner my number and told her I would love to  "help" her get rid of that wood when the tree was cut down.  She told me her friends down the street wanted it.  Darn.  I told her to call if they changed their minds.  Then a few weeks ago I pull up to the stop sign and see the tree sitting in log lengths by the curb as the tree co. is doing their final cleanup.  I circled the block a few times and waited for them to finish and leave.  I was timid about re-approaching her as I didn't want to be a pest, but there it was, all cut and stacked and literally 1/4 mile from my house!  I had to give it a try.  Boy am I glad I did.  Turns out her friends only wanted the WOOD CHIPS FOR THEIR LANDSCAPING!  I could have the whole tree!  My heart leapt with joy!  The only job I had left was figuring out how to load and haul 44 inch diameter white oak logs, by myself.  This sucker was huge. It took me most of the day, but I hauled 5 loads in a 7x14 enclosed trailer (after quartering those logs and moving with a hand truck).  No one but you guys understands what happiness I experienced that day... Am I sick?
	
		
			
		
		
	
				
			
	
	