Seeding summer cover at PDF 7 8 2016


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WE GOT AN EARLY START THIS MORNING AND SEEDED A PADDOCK THE CALVES WENT INTO MONDAY NIGHT…THIS FIRST PHOTO IS TO SHOW THE SMALL SIZE OF MOST OF MY PADDOCKS…THIS ONE IS ABOUT 40 FEET BY 100 FEET AND IT CARRIED FIVE WEANLING CALVES FOR FOUR DAYS

SEEDED WITH 4 LBS PEARL MILLET, 4 LBS OF COWPEAS, 1LB OF KOREAN AND 1 LB OF FOXTAIL MILLET.  THE SEED WAS BROADCAST AND THEN I WENT OVER IT WITH MY HIGH TECH SOWING EQUIPMENT

ABOUT 40 FT BY 100 FT

MARIE SENT A SUPERVISOR TO MAKE SURE i DID EVERYTHING RIGHT.

SUPERVISOR

BELOW IS A PADDOCK RESEEDED LAST WEEK

SEEDED ON WEEK AGO

THIS IS A CLOSEUP SHOT THAT SHOWS THE RESIDUE AND THAT THE SEED WAS PRETTY WELL COVERED UP WITH MY HIGH TECH PROCESS.

RESIDUE AND SEED SEEMS COVERED

THIS IS THE CALVES PREPPING THE NEXT PADDOCK FOR SEEDING…YEAH IT IS A LITTLE WEEDY BUT IT HAS NOT BEEN GRAZED SINCE EARLY SPRING WHEN THE GOATS WERE IN THESE PADDOCKS.

PREPING A LOT FOR SEEDING

THIS IS THE ADJOINING PADDOCK THAT WAS SEEDED ON JULY 4TH….IT WAS TOO WET THEN TO PUT THE TRACTOR ON IN. SO THE DOCK SEED HEADS ARE STILL THERE….i DON’T WORRY ABOUT DOCK ON THE COW SIDE AS THEY WILL EAT IT….THE HORSES NOT SO MUCH.  THE SEED SOWN ON TH E4TH IS ALREADY UP

LOT BROADCAST LAST WEEK

THIS IS THE LOT THE HORSES HAD THIS WEEK….FOR NEARLY A WEEK….THREE HORSES AND TWO MINI DONKS.  THEY GRAZED A LOT AND WALKED A LOT DOWN….LOADS OF RESIDUE….TOO WET TO GET ON WITH TRACTOR SO i AM JUST SHUTTING IT OFF AND LETTING THE PRETTY GOOD GRASS REGENERATE.

HORSE LOT JUST GRAZED TOO WET TO GET ON

HERE IS THE HIGH TECH EQUIPMENT….I BROADCAST THE SEED BECAUSE MY EXPENSIVE EQUIPMENT DOES NOT DROP SEED EVENLY BUT IT DOES A PRETTY GOOD JOB OF GETTING IT TO THE SOIL…AFTER BROADCASTING SEED THIS MORNING THERE WERE SEED EVERYWHERE…AFTER MOWING AND AERATING YOU REALLY HAD TO LOOK FOR THE SEED.  MY THANKS TO THE LOCAL STARLING FLOCK WHO SENT IN A SPECIAL TEAM TO HELP ME FIND SEED.

HIGH TECH EQUIPMENT

BELOW IS A CLOSEUP OF THE WEEDY LOT BROADCAST ON THE 4TH…SEED IS COMING UP….I USED A MUCH MORE DIVERSE MIX ON THIS PADDOCK THAN i USED TODAY.

BIG BULL 1 COMING UP

THIS IS TODAYS PADDOCK SEEN FORM THE OTHER END.  THE GREEN IN THE BACKGROUND IS A PADDOCK THAT WAS SIMILARLY SEEDED TWO WEEKS AGO.  BUT IT HAS A PRETTY STRONG STAND OF ORCHARDGRASS FESCUE AND CLOVER….WE WILL SEE HOW THE COVER SPECIES DO IN IT.

BIB BULL 2 RESEEDING

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Escape and Evasion


 

Baby Jim in Living ColorBaby Jim

Photo courtesy of The Old Cowboy Archives

 

 

Escape and Evasion

 

Today is Independence day 2016…and the wife is held captive in the hospital and it is a rainy day and funny thoughts run thru your head…thoughts of independence and its costs and the many who paid the price over the centuries.  Maybe because of a recently watched  PBS special on the D Day invasion the other night.

It has been many years ago now…..but Baby jim was once a government issue ground pounding infantryman.  This was during the Viet Nam unpleasantness where our government sacrificed over 56,000 brave young warriors and injured many thousands more and then after years of failing to proscecute the unpopular war, abandoned it by fleeing.  A political failure and not a military defeat.

By the grace of god, or the ineptitude of the department of defense, Baby Jim was never sent overseas.  He has often thought that perhaps he was supposed to accomplish something in life but so far has no inkling of what it is.  He fought the war mostly in Colorado at Fort Carson in various capacities working at a battalion headquarters.  The people around him were mostly either fixing to go to Viet Nam or just coming back from Viet Nam or national guardsmen finishing out their six months of active duty in avoiding the war…National guard was popular back then as not many guard units were sent to Viet Nam….unlike the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.  The National Guard and higher education were very popular.

But our mission here is not political commentary…..Rather it is to attempt to share a humerous and memorable event that occurred during that time in the life of our Hero.

Baby Jim received his basic training at Fort Dix New Jersey during January and February of 1969.  The most fretful thing about that was the cold and snow…The day Baby Jim qualified with the M16 was the day of a blizzard….Side note is that our company was among the first to be issued the new M16.  On our second day we were issued brand new M16s and spent the morning cleaning off all the cosmolene they were packed in…..the best explanation is that they were packed in grease…..”That is not grease trainee…It is Cosmolene….and you will remove it until the weapon is pristine.”

The unit shot M16 for a while almost every day….Baby Jim was a fair shot anyway and got to be pretty good with the M16….then came the day to qualify…this day had been delayed for our Hero because of a couple of broken metacarpals in the right hand but that is a whole nother story…Baby Jim was delivered to the range to qualify with assorted other misfits and the sick lame and lazy.  The regular company training staff was judged and evaluated on what they turned out, but being in a makeup group no one cared how you fared.  That day it was snowing.  Targets were popup targets at ranges from 25 yards to 300 yards.  You shot what ever you saw pop up…there was a corporal sitting on a stool behind the shooter scoring hits…the only problem is the only targets that could be seen in the snow that day were the 25 yard targets….the rest were obliterated by the snow….the corporal who was freezing his butt off sitting on that stool kept saying “SHOOT” .  Baby Jim reponded “At what Corporal?  I can’t see a damned thing.”  Coporal says just shoot dammit, You will pass.  Baby Jim shot and he qualifed as a Marksman which is average shooting and he knew he was an Expert.

When Basic was finally over, a whole mess of newly minted soldiers left Fort Dix in another big snow storm and all were dressed for the weather in class A uniforms and big heavy overcoats.  This was about the first week of March.  When the plane landed in Lake Charles Louisana and it was 85 degrees and the corn was knee high. We were bussed to Fort Polk Louisana, then known as “Tigerland” .  It was the training center for Jungle warfare….wading around in the swamp with snakes and gators and sweating your butt off 24 hours a day.  At Tiger land the troops had barracks but seldom saw them.  All training was done in the field and this included camping….Baby Jims Equestrian friends sometimes wonder why he has no enthuiasm for “camping”.  Tigerland had every species of venomous snake in the United States and there was no shortage of them.  Rattlesnakes, Copperheads, Cottonmouths, Coral Snakes and even little Pigmy rattlers.  Everyone saw so many snakes that stepping over a snake got to be no big deal. Tigerland had gators.  Tigerland had mosquitoes the size of humming birds…..truly a pleasant place to enjoy living in perpetually wet conditions carrying everything you owned on your back.  Then there was the continual reminder that “This is a day in the park compared to the Nam” delivered in all seriousness by guys who had survived it.

During all this training we were again shooting almost daily and Baby Jim had the opportunity to qualify as an Expert on the M16 Automatic fire range…the M60 Machine Gun and the 50 Cal Machine Gun.  Our hero had landed in a company of darned good shots and as a company,  set many range records with combined shooting scores.  The Company commander had a good company and he loved it and treated the troops pretty good.  Best Chow that Baby Jim ever had during his soldering time was at that Advanced Infantry Training company in Tigerland.  Even in the field we had one hot meal per day and it was good.  The world war II C rations were not especially good but most learned to survive on em…Made most of the company really appreciate a good meal in the mess hall when available.

Anyhow to finally get to the point of this excursion into third person narration, there was a particularly interesting night in the adventures of our hero.

Escape and Evasion.  The talk of training from the time of arrival on base.  It was designed to simulate avoiding the enemy and not getting caught or not dying trying.  The whole platoon was basicly trucked in and dropped off at a location on what must have been a pennsula in the swamp in the dark.  There was an alleged safe zone and anyone who could get to the safe zone was free.  There was a light on a hill in the distance.  There were other troops positioned to capture all the trainees.  Very quickly there were sounds of struggle and crashes in the brush and yelling…those who ran in the opposite direction soon suffered the same fate.  Finally there was a small group including Baby Jim who had wandered around avoiding capture and were actually getting near the safe zone…It was clearly visible and less than a mile away.  But all approaches were cut off by a body of water about a hundred feet wide…even though all who were left had been in this swamp for about six weeks none recognized this water body.  The team went upstream about a quarter of a mile and heard agressors ahead and the water seemed to be a small river.  They backtracked and again heard agressors and the water was getting wider.  Then there was the sound of people coming up from the rear…the small group saw one option….cross that water…Now our hero is not a strong swimmer and certainly not in combat boots…three fears were manifest: drowning in water of unkown depth or footing, being spotted in the open water and as a result being captured, and cottonmouths.

After a whipered discussion, all decided that the water was the only way out and thinking that all were in agreement Baby Jim headed in scanning growth on the far bank for the opposition.  Thinking his compatriots were right behind him Baby Jim was happy to find that the water was no deeper than chest deep and the footing was not too sinky and not much current…about half way across and past the deepest part,  now maybe waist deep, Baby Jim glanced back to see that he was almost alone…not a GI in sight but there was a gator….Our hero was inspired to continue on to the far bank.  In the few seconds that seemed to be an eternity, the bank was secured and unbeknownst to him our hero was safe…there were no agressors on the far side.

Our hero gathered his wits and began to slink up the hill toward the light expecting to run into sentrys all along the way .  If there were any he avoided them and detection.  As he travelled he wondered about the fate of his companions..he had not heard any noise to indicate that they had become gator chow, nor had he seen any other sign of them after entering the water.  Slinking around in a swamp for six weeks had taught enhanced skills of moving quietly and finally he worked his way to the edge of the clearing and saw some officers and  senior NCOs  sitting around a campfire and drinking coffee.  After observing for a few minutes, Finally Baby Jim Stood up and stepped into the clearing, took a defensive posture, and surprised all in attendance.  They were all taken aback because Trainees were not supposed to beat their escape and evasion course and Baby Jim had done it.

The Captain was there and he said “ Come over here young man and have a seat by the fire and a cup of coffee.”

A little while later some NCOs began reporting on how many had been captured….then more news of captures came in and finally there was a fire team from one squad that was still unaccounted for…That was Baby Jims Team…He just sat there and drank coffee not wanting to get his team caught.  Awhile later another report that all were accounted for except one man and Captain said “Oh ,he is here.” and pointed to Baby Jim.  The Range Officer and the range NCO were going off on their staff for letting a man get through.  Finally someone asked how he got here and when he told them, they asked why he ventured into the water and Baby Jim opined that he thought the object of the exercise was to avoid getting caught.  The water was the best option.  Their response was that they never though anybody would be fool enough to come through the deep swamp without a raft or boat.

A while later everyone was reunited and debriefed….Baby Jims Team had been captured not too long after the adventure… Baby Jim asked why they had not come with him as all had agreed….they said that they were but all had been trained to leave a space between men and not get bunched up and when the second man went into the water he saw a gator and turned back and by then you were over half way.  They all laughed and recounted that when Baby Jim saw that gator he “Crossed that stream like he had an Evinrude up his butt.”  For the remaining time in Fort Polk, Evinrude was his new name.

 

Holiday Joy


Sunday, July 03, 2016………………………. Typical Holiday weekend….Holidays have always presented me with trying times…it seems like the fates store up stuff and then dump em on me when they go off for a holiday….

Started out Thursday evening with the well pressure Tank going bad…but bless his heart, Zack Stern with New Day Mechanical got us going again with an evening service call. In the process he updated a lot of old junk plumbing and simplified everything….

I promised him I would take a picture of the stuff that came out and send it to him but I have not yet had a chance

Marie informed me Thursday night that she had to be at the hospital by 9:30 Friday morning to be admitted for her leg……….Took her in Friday morning and it took half a day to get her in a room and settled…………the first 24 hours were tough as they gave her something for pain and it caused her to be sick to her stomach and it took a while to figure out what was doing it.

Julie Vican was kind enough to rearrange her day and fit me in in the afternoon rather than Friday morning…It was a regularly scheduled appointment but Pete is lame with an abcess…

When I got home Saturday my friend Court Warfield was sitting in the driveway with some food for me from his wife Andie…it was frozen so I put it in the refrigerator to thaw and have not eaten any of it yet…Maybe for supper tonight.

Marie has her regular doctors looking after her and they called in a wound specialist and he is running cultures and changed her antibiotic to an iv 4 times per day….I was there Sunday morning when doctor Brown came in to look at it and he was very pleased with the improvement….

Dr. Gonzales, the wound doctor had not been in yet when I left this morning. She is real homesick and so I am going to take the dogs to see her tomorrow….I will call when I am on the way and her nurse will bring her down to see her dogs……..Apache misses her and he keeps going downstairs to look for her….. or a treat…but the treats come from her every time he looks at her

I cut grass all afternoon yesterday after I got back from the hospital…I did get some seed scattered on a paddock the calves had grazed…   the one the horse had been in is too wet to get the tractor in and there is so much residue that seeding it without mowing it would be a waste of time so I just changed the gates and left it alone..

This morning I went to the hospital and then to the grocery store….did manage to weigh the calves this afternoon……but rainy so I am trying to catch up on computer logs and stuff…..damned grass looks like it needs to be cut again…..more proof that the number one nutrient is water…I have the old aquaponics experiment tank that has nothing but gravel and water in it and it has a great summer cover crop growing on it…I just sprinkled some of the cover crop seeds on the gravel….in the residue of last falls rye and vetch cover crop in the same tub.