You've got it shined up good!
When I was a young man, I cut a heaping truck load of dead elm and hauled it home. Dad used to say that you could split the elm with the red center, but not the elm with the white center, or wait - was it the other way around? He was dead and I couldn't ask him. Anyhow - after unloading it, I found that I had the kind that wouldn't split. I couldn't even get a splitting wedge to stand up in it. I loaded it up to take back to a ditch on the farm, but I stopped at the corner gas station on the way. As I was there, an old timer came in and commented on the wood I was "bringing home". I told him the story, and he laughed - said HE could split it. I bet him a soda that he couldn't. I have to say - he was a big man, and he DID get a wedge to stand up in it, but when he'd roundhouse it, the wedge would jump as high as his head. He really drew a crowd, and we all took another try at it - and all failed. I really enjoyed that soda, and the friendly razzing that went with it.
You're right, we've gotten lazy. . .