I cut the majority of my osage in front of a bull dozer. On one 650 acre piece of property that was being made into a golf course, we cut for a solid month off and on. I never thought I would reach the point where I would walk away from good, standing osage but I did, we got too battle weary after a month. My hands were swollen like sausages from so much draw knifing.
Once you walk away from a good supply of osage and later see it splintered and pushed in piles, you will have a tinge of regret that never goes away.
I have more osage than I can use in two lifetimes but still remember vividly every tree I couldn't get to or didn't take the time to rescue from the burn pile.