Trout Whisperer - Oak, because it’s solid

Larry and Rene had no children; they lived in one of the smallest homes I’d ever seen.

Entering the only door, directly across the room’s interior, was Rene’s sewing table and a stand lamp. One light bulb in the tiny kitchen’s ceiling, one window behind the small sofa. Cast iron woodstove, that did double duty, Rene cooked on it and it heated the home’s interior.

Larry never worked a day in his life for anyone else, but he worked every day of his life either putting up firewood for his 300 customers or making charcoal, and he sold mountains of it. He only used oak.