Swamp Gas The Tree Hugger

Yeah, sure.

Really. You could probably build a pretty good case for that accusation.

What is amusing (to me anyway) is that the term tree hugger is usually meant to be a pegorative and accusatory term for some kind of pansy-arsed urbanite.

Me? I wear it proudly on my sleeve.

You see - Swamp is no fool.











Growing trees is a good thing.

Especially if you intend to cut them and sell them for a tidy profit.

Moreover, if it is part of your long term plan.

Tree farmers are big on plans. Too be fair, this is how we maintain our valuable renewable certification.

This propagation of tree stuff is even a better than good thing if they attract all sorts of wild game that you can hunt. And song birds that you can watch and listen to.

My wife and I like trees so much that we've planted more than 45,000 of them over the last fourteen years or so.












Honestly, we get frustrated about the amount of damage the critters do to each and every tree that we carefully plant by our own efforts.

So we rationalize it with an understanding that the deer, rabbits and mice have to eat too. And so do we.

Deer and rabbits periodically find their way into the freezer. No mice though.

Wouldn't you really rather prefer to own acres and acres of healthy trees situated in the vast healthy out-of-doors instead of a portfolio of rotten, crummy stocks?

Think about it.

So you can call me tree hugger all you want.











And I will smile every time you reach for the roll while sitting on your commode.

Ka-ching!