We cut every Thanksgiving Day I can remember, unfortunately my father couldn't tell the difference between an Oak and Sweetgum. Getting stuck was a sure thing also. Don't let anyone tell you that sweetgum can't be split, but it takes a lot of wedges and a lot of time.Good Lord. PTSD post^^^
Apparently in my family, the only time to cut firewood was on sunny, 93 degree late summer/early fall days.
To this day the smell of fresh cut Red Oak gives me sunburn, sweats, blistered hands, splinterd fingers, phantom wasp sting/ant bites, dehydration, and an aching back. Good times.
I still cut to this day and absolutely love it, I love the smell of a fire.