Related somewhat, I once found myself up in an alpine area in the North Cascades in Washington State when I discovered I had forgotten my spoon and had nothing else suitable to eat with. I figured I'd find some sticks and use them like chopsticks.
Well just about every last piece of wood up there was wet and rotten (I didn't want to pull a live branch off the alpine trees). They just crumbled when I tried to use them. After a long search I found a pair of short, crooked sticks that had solid cores once I rubbed off all the decaying bark.
They worked, sort of, at least I was able to eat something that was not cold. I think I still have them in my drawer, a reminder not to forget my spoon!