A few more weeks then I'll spend another building up depleted brownie points at home and then I'm buggering off to where nobody can find me for a few days. Just get away from everything ad everyone. Not sure where yet but o the coast ad I'll take my fishing gear.
I dunno mate. I think I have struck yellow box that was so twisted crosscutting it was throwing 'noodles' or ripping dust, seldom any chips. No possible way to split that ***** whatever it was so pushed it into the burn pile. Another time the gum was red and the grain so dense you couldn't even see it. Just solid block of fibre reinforced resin that was as hard as concrete. Didn't matter what I tried, I could not get the corners on full chisel to not round over in the first few seconds of cutting it. Semi chisel and patience worked and it split quite easily for firewood too, but darn that was hard stuff.
Got quite a few mates in Dargaville. Either I or they will know your Missus' fandamily.
Many of the poles I hack down on farms up North are Jarrah. Got a reasonable collection on a mates farm that's slowly being taxed before I can find a use for it ;-)
Twenty years ago, most of the houses I worked on were for rich people in Auckland doing up old villas. It was interesting to note how many grand old Kauri villas in Auckland were actually kitset houses from Aus. We sent the wood over, it came back as kitsets. Even back then we were as dumb as a box of hammers not adding max value to our own primary product.