Today, I decided to do some axe work, as well as chainsaw work. One was an ash tree that I felled with an axe last weekend for the ACWC, but it got snagged by a tiny little branch in a nearby cherry, and it sat severed from stump and right on top of it. So, I had to take out the living cherry so make the situation safe. My plan today was to limb, buck, and split the ash with an axe... but boy, it must have been dead for a while because it was incredibly hard, like trying to chip a solid mass of epoxy. After bucking a few logs I realized that not only was I burning a lot of steam, but it was also slow work. This was a bad seledtion or the Axe Cordwood Challenge. Since I had the chainsaw ready to deploy, I went ahead and and limbed and bucked it all to save time, which was a good idea... because that ash was also incredibly difficult to split. After noodl;ing a few rounds and fighting it, I bypassed it and tried to finish splitting all of the cherry. Today was an unseasonably 56 degrees F (13 C), and after the month long deep freeze we had, then a warm soaking rain, followed by another week of frigid temps, the ground was practically a swamp. So much mud. I ended up slipping while golf-swinging my splitting axe and took a glancing blow to the upper shin. It was pretty deep, but not bleeding very much, so I cleaned it up, butterflied it and bandaged it up. Hey, the wood ain't gonna cut itself. Damn mud, made a mess of everything, and I couldn't get good footing, so I didn't finish before sundown. I couldn't even get my lawn tractor and pull cart up the hill to my woodyard. Got stuck and really chewed up the turf. Ended up schlepping down two pallets to stack all of the splits, then stacked the remaining rounds atop some limbs and rest them against a nearby tree. All in all, an honest days work, but I could have been a lot more productive without all of that dang mud.