Well, it is hard to resist Paul Burke's report: "Selected by white cloaked, grey- bearded dowsers. Harvested at midnight under the full moon, by maidens pure in thought and deed, using golden sickles. Carried on white mares to be lovingly seasoned for a thousand years in a secret monastery in Tibet, turned every century by enlightened Zen monks in total silence. Hand carved in a Cotswold cottage by the browned, wizened fingers of dedicated artisans steeped in the lore of their ancient craft."

How can something like that not be true?

(On the other hand, I have seen logging done by helicopter in rugged terrain in Oregon)