So...way back in the day, my great grandaddy (born 1900, died 1990) built his house. This was probably the late 1920s or early in 1930, a few years before the depression. The majority of it was heart pine that he cut himself during the 20s. Fast forward to around 2010 and the guy that bought the land with his old house on it was tearing it down. Come to find out, he was tearing it down, BURNING the wood, and pulling out all the nails so he could scrap them. He told me and my cousin we could have whatever of the wood we wanted, but had to pull the nails out and bring them back to him.
I tried several times to tell him just how retarded he was, but it never clicked. He probably made 40 bucks on nails, but could have retired from selling that wood. My cousin did get a good bit of it and my sister got him to make her a pretty sweet table out of it.
EDIT: I was told via my grandma, his oldest daughter, that they were legit old growth logs too. Apparently we still had some hidden away in the swamps around here in Croatan. Some of them as tall as 160 feet and close to 4' in diameter. Could you imagine finding some of those today? My god...you'd be a wealthy man. You can still find the old tram roads in the woods in front of my house where the railways were for winching them to the main road from miles back in the woods/swamps. Apparently we used to have massive cypress trees back there too. Like, ungodly massive. Some of the old stumps are still scattered throughout the woods, wayyy off the beaten path.
Sounds like some
@XJsavage type stories, truthfully! My grandma is the oldest, local resident. Hell, the church at the end of the road brings her pictures to see if she knows who the people are in them. She usually does.