I was too busy at the time so didn't post, but I had a great scrounge back in early Feb.
In my work I produce mountains of pine (and some Doug Fir) firewood year round, which I give away. Through the winter months, during which I rarely work, I hunt for good hardwood to heat my house. We heat exclusively with wood. Craigslist is my main source for hardwood, as the in-town arborists have learned that anything that will burn will disappear from the curbside.
But one day I was driving . . . (I have to whisper here--was going to get a needle stuck in my arm) and passed where a crew was just finishing up cutting a strip of large ash trees on the roadside. Man did I hurry thru my errand and raced back to where the ash was. I filled my pickup with rounds and limbs, then walked back to where two sawyers were sitting in a pickup (they'd seen me loading up). I asked "Will this wood be here long?" "Till tomorrow morning," he said (this was early afternoon). "We'll be bringing a grapple truck then." I told him, "Don't hurry, because I'll make a bunch of it disappear."
This was nice green, healthy ash, mostly 20--24" dia. trees cut into lengths mostly, stuff you could grab with a grapple. He said take all you can, but don't run a saw. I told him I'm a commercial sawyer, gave him my card--been cutting trees for almost 50 yrs. He smiled, said "Well, don't let me SEE you running a saw." Cool, understood.
Man, I raced home, dumped my load, hooked up the trailer and loaded saws, and was back on site in a jiffy. Filled the pickup and trailer and unloaded at home twice before dark. (The site was about 35 minutes away.) I was back there at daylight the next morning. Filled pickup and trailer twice, but by the time I unloaded the last time my knee (got a bad knee) was complaining big time and leg cramps were setting in, so I called it good. Damn, what a nice pile of ash. When days get a little warmer I'll start splitting.