I made a brush handle out of an old friend yesterday. I met this tree over 40 years ago. It was in the perfect spot on the edge of a huge cat-tailed slough. At it's base was a deer trail that forked to the NE and NW at about 12 yards. This nasty old Russian Olive was the only tree around for miles on the prairie. It had survived countless severe thunderstorms and even a lightning strike. Mother Nature finally got the best of my buddy. Rising water and a heavy wind tipped it over. I salvaged a few pieces wood for some projects. I been an avid bowhunter for years and have spent many hours in this tree with my longbows and wouldn't venture to guess how much sausage and steaks came from this tree. It's a pretty good size handle, over built design almost to the point of being cartoonish.