Thursday, August 31, 2017

Changing of the Seasons

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I snapped this photo returning from town a short while ago.  Believe it or not there are fourteen deer in this picture with a number bunched behind the group in the center.  That is a lot of deer.  Which is remarkable since the trees in the picture were all planted by my neighbor.  He planted his trees in rows because he's farming trees.  You'd think that if you machine-planted your trees in rows the wildlife would spurn them in favor of something more natural.  Or native.  Like old-growth forest.  Or really anything else.  Those rows are an affront. 

However, any tree farmer knows that old-growth forest doesn't sustain deer because deer are a creature of the edge and prefer younger, disturbed or regenerating forests.  Same for plenty of other wildlife.  Besides, all of the presettlement old growth forest was cut over in the mid-1800s so that white, Europeans could farm here.  It has only been in the last three decades or so that the Conservation Reserve Program  (1984 Reagan Farm Bill) encouraged farmers to take marginal, sensitive or highly-erodable farmland out of production and plant it into permanent cover for the benefit of wildlife.  The side benefit being clean air, clean water and carbon storage.   

Trouble is if you want to plant a couple of thousand or tens of thousands of trees you have to plant them by machine - in rows - so that you can nurture and maintain your little trees and curb the competing grasses and weeds until the little seedlings grow above the tops of the competition.  Sure, I know that growing a row of trees rubs some people the wrong way and a very few might become apoplectic, mutter under their breath and call conservationists who engage in the practice all sorts of goofy names.

But after you complete a pre-commercial thinning - cutting of trees (gasp!) - it looks more natural.  Following a couple of decades the maturing trees begin the process of natural reproduction and pretty soon it looks like any other forest.  Some people just don't have any patience or appreciation for sustainable forestry.  Or maybe they would rather look at a sterile corn field full of fertilizer and chemicals.  There's just no accounting for tastes.  But I digress.  

Getting back to the deer - if you look carefully you might observe that they are of a subdued tone.  The ruddy roan coats of summer are fading as the grey, outer guard hairs of winter begin to emerge.  This biological transformation is triggered by the shortening days.  Before too long it will lead to hormonal changes in both males (bucks) and females (does) and the breeding season (the rut) will kick into gear.  

Around these parts hundreds and hundreds of acres of crappy farmland has been restored to a more natural (aside from the rows) condition.  As a consequence a couple of things happened.  There are a bunch of dead Belgian settlers who cleared this land spinning in their graves at this insult.  And we have a deer problem.

Raising a toast to sustainable forestry.

Gearing-up for the Hunt

Deer stand number ten was erected a few days ago and will be open for business when the archery season begins the middle of next month.


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Twenty-six deer killed over the 2015 and 2016 seasons.  Families and friends of the hunters fed and plenty to Wisconsin's Hunt For The Hungry program.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

The Party Never Ends

By the time you read this the Canadian branch of Jill's family will have commenced their travels home.  And I will be back at the day job considering how in the heck we're going to consume all of the leftover pulled-pork, potato salad, fresh fruit, cold-cuts, rolls, pizza and more.  What's in my bag lunch today?  Use your imagination.

In any event the previous three days of virtual non-stop socializing was a terrific time and the object of everyone's attention was Jill's mom who celebrated her 90th birthday.  That's quite remarkable when you think about it.  It wasn't too many generations ago that the average age of the average human was half that number of years.  And if you were fortunate enough to live to that ripe old age without becoming dinner for a larger predator you became a shaman, sorceress or chieftain of your tribe of hunter-gatherers.  But I digress.

If you've never enjoyed the pleasure of duckpin bowling there are a couple of watering holes in the Milwaukee area where you can indulge.  Koz's Mini Bowling in Milwaukee and the Thirsty Duck in Wauwatosa,  I've been to both and the Thirsty Duck happened to be convenient for all of us so Monday we topped a beer-infused day with an evening of bowling, pizza, cheese curds, tall-boy PBRs and yucks. 








I recommend it.

Last night we reconvened at the same joint for a terrific pregame dinner of tasty pub food and more of those tall-boy PBRs and rode the shuttle to Miller Park to watch the Cardinals humiliate the Brewers.







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Baseball scores, horrified visages and disappointing stats notwithstanding there was consensus that this generation of cousins needs to continue - and in-fact ramp-up - the level of socialization.  I know we have on my side of the family - because we're all orphans now.  Besides, time is short and precious.  But I digress.  Again.

Channeling Robert Earl Keen it is instructive to remember this: The road goes on forever and the party never ends...

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Cajun Navy

Texas has been clobbered by Hurricane Harvey - and as Harvey has degraded to a tropical storm it has turned back to deliver another round of torrential rains on Texas and then to Louisiana.  I have to say it is heartwarming to see ordinary people reaching out during extraordinary times to help ordinary people.



Tonnerre mais ça c'est bon!

Paid Time Off

Off and away from the day job Monday and Tuesday of this week - although the occasional voicemail or email sucks me right back.  It is a gathering of Jill's family from all over and as far away as Canada to mark the occasion of of her mother's 90th birthday.

 Johann Gottlieb Friedrich "Frederick" Pabst

Floor Restoration

 Captain Pabst's Office
 
Me and Saunaman with King Gambrinus - the Patron Saint of Beer

Fun stuff including a grand party Sunday and Monday a tour of the (now closed) Pabst Brewery, lunch, dinner, adult beverages and much more.


Nine-tenths of the way to one-hundred years of age - remarkable.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Removing the Statuary

Lots of chatter and angst over the removal of statues glorifying the heroes of the Confederate States of America lately.

In other news the country of Ukraine has implemented an anti-soviet initiative and quietly removed without incident or protest all 1,320 monuments to the Bolshevik leader - Lenin - from every village, town and city under the control of Kiev.

All I can say is it sucks when you are on the losing side.

You can learn more about the removals of Old Vlad here.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Dogs

Time for some dog pics.

Our graying, elderly Lab - demure and stoic.


And the goofy, blonde Lab - smart and affable. 

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Saturday, August 26, 2017

Deer Camp Eats



It was a productive day at deer camp today – without a shot fired for the annual Schützenfest celebration.  Deer stands checked, another erected, shooting lanes cleared, foot bridge-built and much more.  Afterwards, before a deer rifle or bow could be zeroed it began to rain.   

Shucks.  

Eclectic dinner tonight featuring grilled (and lightly-smoked) venison harvested here.




Spanish wine. 


Mixed salad greens from the garden tossed with a light vinaigrette in the Parisian bistro style and hard roils from Rocket Baby Bakery in Wauwatosa along with a batch of Grace's ancestral baked from scratch beans.  




Shoo Fly Pie from Lancaster County, PA for desert.   


Yummy.  Gonna be a good year at camp this year....

Porta Potty



A couple of months ago I returned from Mississippi to find this prize in my day job office. Hollow stump with a toilet seat. A biodegradable crapper. (I happen to work with some of the most affable and friendly people on the planet.)  

Today we installed it over a deep hole saving a half mile walk back to the house to use the indoor plumbing.  

 When ya gotta go - ya gotta go...


Bees On the Move



When space in a hive get cramped a bee queen will leave the hive with a contingent of worker bees.  This is called swarming.  In preparation for this the queen lays eggs for her replacement  and after scouting a new location off they go.
 

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This swarm flew right over my head a few years ago.

You can learn more about this bee behavior here

Friday, August 25, 2017

Friday Music





American singer-songwriter Roy Orbison hails from Texas and is remembered for his emotional vocal style.   A tribute to his prolific song writing - from 1960 to 1964 twenty-two of his songs placed on the Billboard Top 40.  Only the Lonely was released in 1960 as a 45 rpm single by Monument Records in May of 1960 and went to No. 2 on the United States Billboard pop music charts by the end of July.   

Among his many honors Orbison has been induced into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, while Rolling Stone lists him in the number 37 spot on their list of the Greatest Artists of All Time and number 13 on their list of the 100 Greatest Singers of All Time.  Orbison's performance style included dressing in black to match his dark sunglasses and black hair.   

Which leads to this video - A Black and White Night is a 1988 Cinemax television special recorded in September of 1987 at the Ambassador Hotel's Coconut Grove nightclub in Los Angeles fourteen months before Orbison’s death.  It featuring the TCB Band which accompanied Elvis Presley from 1969 until his death in 1977.  Additional vocalists and musicians included Bruce Springsteen, Tom Waits, Elvis Costello, Jackson Browne, J.D. Souther, Steven Soles, K.D. Lang, Jennifer Warnes and Bonnie Raitt.  

Enjoy the all-star line-up…