I love wood (I chuckled typing that)
I want a desk made out of a raw slab of wood for my fly tying desk. But they are so expensive it's almost unjustifiable.
Pretty sweet though.
All the men on my mothers side of the family seem to have a knack for this kind of thing. My uncle built a beautiful wooden coffee table similar to that with a very rough cut slab of wood (I don't know what kind, but it was a hell of a large tree), and it was all held together with wood pegs. It's in the attic at my moms house now as it doesn't fit her style, but I hope to get my hands on it one day.
Anyway, one day I'm going to really figure this golf thing out. Granted it was rainy and very cold all day today, and footing was tough, but I had a seven hole stretch that went Par, Par, Par, Par, Triple Bogey, Par, Double Bogey. My mental game is such a disaster that I have a terrible time trying to recover from a bad shot. At the very least it destroys the hole. Sometimes several holes.