Phil Thien
04-17-2015, 11:07 AM
About 1.5 years ago, I spotted an add on craigslist for long, wide cherry lumber for $250. There was a good bit, but the photo was poor. I contacted the seller and told them that if it was cherry in reasonable shape, to deliver it (they had a pickup truck, I didn't) and I'd pay them the do-re-mi. I've done this before, and been very happy with what I've received.
A couple of days later they show up, a couple in their sixties. And what they had was a load of bug-holed red oak. I called their attention to the holes and he said "that's normal," and she looked concerned. I mentioned it was oak and not cherry and he said "nope it is cherry," and she looked more concerned.
They didn't look like scammers, something was "off." Then when he couldn't hear us, she tells me, "he has cancer, he is trying to tie-up loose ends." Ugh. She asked if I'd pay $125 for the wood so they could be done with it. I wasn't interested and wouldn't have been even if they were paying ME to take the wood. I just am not a huge red oak fan. And this stuff looked pretty troubling.
I paid her the $125.
There was a lot of insect damage. The decision was made to keep it in the unheated garage through the winter and boy did we have a very cold winter. My research indicated that nothing in the wood should live through it, and I couldn't spot any signs the following spring. Left it in the garage through another winter, which wasn't as bad but had plenty of stretches of cold enough weather to kill anything.
So just yesterday I tried jointing/planning some. It is actually quite nice wood, save for the holes. Not too red toned, more brown. Looks like the victim of a shotgun blast (or forty), though.
I had half a mind to burn it, but can't bring myself to do so. I'm going to make something (or a bunch of things, I have quite a bit) from it, I guess.
A friend was visiting last night, returning a tool that actually belongs to him but is on more or less permanent loan in my basement. He knows the story of the oak. His son was along and asked if it was red oak or white oak, and my friend said "That is guy's code oak." I insisted I'd make something from it and he said "well at least you won't need to predrill any screw holes."
A couple of days later they show up, a couple in their sixties. And what they had was a load of bug-holed red oak. I called their attention to the holes and he said "that's normal," and she looked concerned. I mentioned it was oak and not cherry and he said "nope it is cherry," and she looked more concerned.
They didn't look like scammers, something was "off." Then when he couldn't hear us, she tells me, "he has cancer, he is trying to tie-up loose ends." Ugh. She asked if I'd pay $125 for the wood so they could be done with it. I wasn't interested and wouldn't have been even if they were paying ME to take the wood. I just am not a huge red oak fan. And this stuff looked pretty troubling.
I paid her the $125.
There was a lot of insect damage. The decision was made to keep it in the unheated garage through the winter and boy did we have a very cold winter. My research indicated that nothing in the wood should live through it, and I couldn't spot any signs the following spring. Left it in the garage through another winter, which wasn't as bad but had plenty of stretches of cold enough weather to kill anything.
So just yesterday I tried jointing/planning some. It is actually quite nice wood, save for the holes. Not too red toned, more brown. Looks like the victim of a shotgun blast (or forty), though.
I had half a mind to burn it, but can't bring myself to do so. I'm going to make something (or a bunch of things, I have quite a bit) from it, I guess.
A friend was visiting last night, returning a tool that actually belongs to him but is on more or less permanent loan in my basement. He knows the story of the oak. His son was along and asked if it was red oak or white oak, and my friend said "That is guy's code oak." I insisted I'd make something from it and he said "well at least you won't need to predrill any screw holes."