Stave hording is a very real mental disorder but a good one to have, I got hit with it 26 years ago. I continually found osage trees in and around town and got permission to cut them. If I knew of an osage tree that in the path of development I was like a dope sick junkie until I got permission to cut it and get my fix.
I am past my osage cutting days because of physical limitations but still see good osage trees that have been pushed up with a dozer and instantly flash back into "gotta' get that tree mode".
Just a short time ago I was on my way to the gym, I had been looking at 5 or 6 osage trees that lined the roadway on my route for the last 35 years. That day a road clearing crew had cut them all and had the trunks, some were very straight, line up in a pile top haul off. My old self would have instantly stopped and asked if I could have the logs, I am 100% certain that they would have given them to me, even load them on my truck with their skid steer and be glad to have me haul them off so they wouldn't have to fool with them.
I made myself drive on by without stopping, the next day the logs were gone. Six months later I still have a tinge of regret, the fact that I can no longer swing a splitting maul or that I have at least a lifetimes supply of horded osage stored under my house that I will never get to didn't blunt my osage addiction withdrawal symptoms one bit.