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?