Oh, I suppose no, understand .. that at one time years and years ago as a person traveled around the hilly eastern Nebraska hillsides, that there wasn't such a thing as our familiar "Osage Orange" tree hedge row.  In fact one can travel miles and miles today with seeing one either.  For a person of my generation however, it was very common to see an entire homestead surrounded by the Osage Orange hedge.
 
Not a native to Nebraska, it was imported from areas such as northern Oklahoma where it was very hardy.  It was there, the tree gained its name from the local tribe of American Indians called the "Osage".   Orange?  Well, take a close look at this picture.

The non-edible fruit possesses a skin or shell texture resembling that of an orange.   While the fruit does not really have a skin, the ends of the small sections become concave at the outer end, joining the section next to it to form a tight protective coating.  The fruit never turns the color orange and is normally larger.   Perhaps it should have been named the "Osage Grapefruit" instead, or the "Hedge Apple" as we also called it. J
Perhaps this picture lends a new slant on the name.    I have seen a good many examples of a wooden post that has taken on this orange color.  This specimen has a very beautiful radiant glow doesn't it? Osage orange!

While the fruit has very few useful duties, the tree had many a good use.   Beyond a toy for a squirrel to tear apart for the tiny center seed (resembles a nut) or a disposable practice baseball for a boy, the fruit falls and returns itself to the earth in the fall of each year.  It shouldn't be termed entirely useless.  I learned recently that the sticky "hedge balls" sell for up to $1.00 each in the Ozarks.

The tree is very hardy and formidable because of it's thorns, thus making a good 'windbreak' to slow the erosion of one's soil.  As a hedge, it was nearly impossible for livestock to pass through, thus doubling as a fence.  Unfortunately the tree grew out as much as it did up, taking over ever value-increasing land.

In the years after WWII, bulldozers could be seen pushing the hedges out, making huge piles that in part remain today.
A use for the wood was primarily as a fence post.   The wood is like "iron" and terribly difficult to cut.  Because it is so hard however, a good post will remain rot free for one hundred years or longer.  Chances are if you see a fence in eastern Nebraska constructed with wooden posts (almost always crooked), it will be from the Osage Orange tree.  Many, many of the posts you see will be 60 to over 100 years old.  Not uncommon, the post (hedge because it was harvested from an Osage hedge) the post might have been pulled and relocated to another fence.   It may have been pulled, piled and even sold at auction after being used for many years.  Now tell me, how many steel or pine posts treated in creosote (tar like substance) could make that claim?

The wood was also used a firewood, creating a very hot fire in a wood stove.  It did have a distinct odor when burning and sometimes offensive to the nose or eyes.
The Osage Orange tree had another use, a source of income during the hard times know as the "Great Depression" in the USA.  My Dad, Lynn Hoback and Uncle Bill Johnson needed that income.   Cutting the branches with a 'two man' saw (a handle on each end, one for each man), the pair could in a good long day, cut an entire wagon load of posts to be sold for the handsome price of 50 cents or 25 cents for each family to purchase groceries and clothing.   The wagon was "waist high, four feet wide and 8 feet long, hence the name "cord" of wood.
Of course when there wasn't a market for 'hedge posts', there certainly was for good firewood.   It also fetched the handsome price of 50 cents per cord, but sometimes included a softer wood to cut.  Neatly stacked in the wagon, two logs across the floor, waist high and 8 foot long, the gate on the wagon closed for another day two tired men .25 cents each in their pocket and food on the table for their families
 
Now tell me, isn't it just a bit too easy today,
to just mumble,
'The heck with it',
And merely walk away?