While I rather enjoy the rhythm and exercise of splitting wood, it's always a bear with a stringy wood like Elm when I have nothing left but a huge pile of big ole limb-wood that is all gnarly and twisted. Hacking through that stuff is like slogging uphill during a mudslide.
And the crotches Oh my they are everywhere. Big chewy crotches which I'd love if I were a turner. I have to take my chain saw to 'em.