Hey, bro. That baby g-hog was only about 6 inches long. Hog-on-a-stick would have been all HE was worth.
And there's a sportsman's club maybe two miles away with a big pond, where I take the kids to scout bullfrogs. I took that wood turtle over there, (knowing he was a swimmer- he had webbed feet) and let him loose. He took to the water like a pig to slop.
Been working, man, non-stop over the last bunch of days. The multiple piles of multi-flora rose have all been 'wagon-ed' up to the house behind the Farmall and sent to the depths of Hell in huge conflagrations, those sonuvabitchin-b*stard bushes. My land is now clean again, but I'm going at it smarter and wiser.
Spraying is going to be the answer. I have a backpack sprayer, and I've been walking the fields back and forth, back and forth, spot-spraying the bad stuff with Crossbow, a kick-ass herbicide. Stuff I sprayed one day was wilting the next. Timothy and clover now dominate the upper field, and it looks great. The stuff is up to my waist in spots, because we've had so much rain. All that waving grass, as you walk through, gets me giddy. It's like wading through wind-swept water. I kinda enjoy it, despite the 60-odd pounds on my back.
Trouble is in the spots where the rose was rampant, as the grasses never 'took'. Those jaws the excavator used to pull them all up couldn't get the small stuff, so a place I call 'the ampitheater' (the land is steep, rounded and cupped like an old Roman theater) I just mowed yesterday with the brush-hog to get everything else cut low, and I'll have to re-walk those spots as it all starts to come back. I'll see how it goes. Next purchase might be a boom-sprayer.
Anyway, I have half the total walked, so I have a ways to go, and nothing is stopping it's growth to wait on me.
It's an exercise plan, if nothing else.
Add the mowing and trimming of the lawn, and it's been GD time-consuming. Who's got the minutes to make soup?? I could use a full-time grounds-keeper here. And I need to open the pool, and I haven't even dug the garden yet, two kids in soccer, on and on. Overwhelming, sometimes.
Thank God for beer. Even if it is more expensive. (Hell, what ain't?)
Where I was mowing yesterday, it's steep, and I dropped the downhill rear wheel into an unseen groundhog hole, then it came up over his excavated dirt, then dropped into another one on the left immediately beyond. I thought the Farmall was going over. I jumped up out of the seat, ready to bail, while cutting the wheel to the left, but she was OK.
I don't need that kind of excitement!
An inspector came last Thursday, while I was at work, but gave me the "A-OK" on how everything looked! I guess you can fool some of the people some of the time!
