Del's litterbox is a pile of yew shavings. Having seen his bows, maybe he has the right idea. Ship him the whole log in exchange for him sending back the worst of the bows that turn out. With the hefty shipping costs (both ways), the waiting for the wood to cure, and the stress of not knowing what is going to arrive in the mail, you'd still make out grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat.
Side note, Del, if this works, I get the second worst bow from this yew log.