Well I am still not off to a good start. I slugged my crippled body up through a friends choppin thru 2 ft of snow to a pile of logs he said he had. I found the ironwood he said was there. Slugged back thru the choppin thru the 2 ft of snow, got it home and started to split this beauty of a log. Wasn't the damn thing full of punk wood. Just crumbled when the ax and wedges started through. OMG this is not a good start. I could have cried or started swearing and probably would have if my 3 year old daughter wasn't there cheering me on.