I can bear witness to this statement because I have cutdown yew trees and split them into billets. It was back in '37that my wife (also an archer) and I took a trip to the WestCoast. In Seattle, we called on the old war horse of archeryin the West, Kore T. Duryee. Kore took us on a trip throughthe mountains to Mt. Rainier. On the way we made a numberof stops and climbed the mountains in search of yew. We sawany number of yew trees but there was something the matterwith nearly all of them; the boles would be crooked on some,the bark would indicate a twisting grain on others, somewould have broken tops which meant injured heartwood,