I worked up some white oak today that's been in the log for either 7 or 8 years, piled up outside. Split several 24" rounds & stopped to load the trailer. And there it was, the brightest pink heartwood I've ever seen. The veneer boys would have creamed themselves! Just for giggles, I saved out a big split and called my timber buddy & told him to stop by tomorrow. He'll be after every white oak within a mile of here.