Seems like my life is a love/hate relationship with the mighty Hedge. When I'm not cutting them for firewood, I'm cutting them out of fencerows, or trying to keep them from taking over a pasture or cutting them for fence posts.
And the THORNS! Good golly Gomer, the thorns. My wife and I laugh at the young guys with thier barb wire tats, I got barb wire and hedge thorn scars all over my arms, the wife says I dont need the tat, I got the real deal. Got a bad hedge thorn stab on a finger last winter, this summer the doc over at the VA hospital took a benign cyst the size of a large garden pea off of it, he said without a doubt a result of the hedge thorn.
I still love the mighty Hedge.