Graveyards around churches in the UK are always planted with yew, supposedly because it was toxic
enough that it discouraged the locals from sneakily grazing their animals on all the free grass.
Somwhere, stuck in the back of a friend's garage a thousand miles away, there is a piece of yew that my ex cut when he helped out on a churchyard clean up many many years ago, put on one side just in case we ever had a kid. Now that kid is 16 and is ready to build a longbow. Think I better get in touch with that friend...