One spring back about 30 years ago a hunting buddy and I were way down in on a farm we had permission to hunt on which bordered French creek in the back. The walk was at least 3/4 of a mile and all down hill. When we got there the bottom field was littered with baling twine pieces of from 4 to 8 feet in length. When we got back home we stopped by his dad's to help till his garden and he had already hand turned it with a pitch fork! We ran the tiller through to finish it out for him and found him in the garage with several large coffee cans full of bent nails that he was straightening with a hammer on his vice. He would then sort them by size and store them in jars for future use. Yes he was a product of the Great Depression.
Logs are still cheap. Plus we got tons of Ash logs up our way ready for processing into BTU's.Anyone talked to property owners? I know of one of my places that just went under contract to be cut this year. It needs it, but I'm not sure if they are select or clear cutting it.
I'm in the midst of getting ready to coach my baseball game last night and my FIL texts me. "Fred's got 2 or 3 - 4x8 sheets of plywood he wants to get rid of. He's going to burn them if no one wants them." Going against all beliefs of focusing on the game, getting dialed in, watching other team in their prep to evaluate talent, I almost crawled through the phone and said "For God's sake I'll take them. It will put your grandson through college."