Indianapolis north side. I can bury you in it. Always 16" (unless requested otherwise), stubs cut flush off.
I never have a problem getting rid of it, but I like meeting new people, esp. from here.
The other day I had two two girls come up and ask for the free stuff. Then they asked how to split it, said they had an axe. I asked how much they need. Just one trunkload, so I offered a lesson. I pulled out the biggest round there and they're like, "No way!" It was silver maple, splits rather easy. Of course, you don't hit it down the middle. You clock it a couple inches in from the edge and a piece a couple inches thick flies off. Then you repeat that process, spiralling around the piece making it smaller and smaller until you're down to the last two pieces which you give a mighty crack down the middle. Total time, 30 or 40 seconds.
Then I got this awesome question; "How did you do that?" I said, "it's really hard to explain, I'll have to show you." I pulled another round and did the exact same thing. "Any questions?"
"Oh m'God... I can't believe that." I said, "Don't believe it. It was just a magic trick. Smoke and mirrors. It was all an <i>illusion</i>."
They left, and just for fun, I popped another one apart, bait for the next firewood seeker. I never split firewood for people, but the point is, I was showing off for the girls. This story is a lead-up to to the picture you're about to see, taken shortly after the girls left, a testimony to the power of the word FREE. He filled it right up to the windshield and came back 4 more times.
