Interesting Few Hours

[bshadle 5]

Nice cools temp this morning, but high humidity. Got an early start. Three days rain had the ground soggy and the undergrowth dripping.

 

Hit a row by the Tulpie next to some nice standing corn. Flushed two groups of ducks from the stream walking up; one had a nice flock of ducklings. The first ones startled Dot, but she ignored the second bunch including the ducklings. Good girl!

 

We checked several settes, no one home. Dot entered several for a good look and got nice and muddy for her effort. Had to call her back from the corn several times. There’re quite a few dens in there, but the farmer probably wouldn’t be happy about us tromping through it and outright mad if we started digging.

 

Working our way back toward the truck, Dot decided that jumping in the creek and swimming to the other side seemed like a good idea. Twenty or thirty years ago I might have stripped down and joined her, but even without indecent exposure laws, this 54 year old body frolicking nekkid in a stream would be indecent. Called her back, she swam across and the dip saved me from wiping the mud off her coat.

 

Moved a short distance to another field, this one beans, bordered by a nice hedgerow. Saw what I thought were nice looking dens, but Dot disagreed about most of them. We hit one, a nice three-holer that caught her interest. One eye was in the middle of an old grape vine tangle. She checked that one, bayed a few times, then moved to the next. This one was under a pile of old fallen branches. Didn’t like that one at all. Good. Didn’t want to move that brush pile any way. The third was in a pile of rocks. Of course, that’s the one she liked and started pushing and digging to get in.

 

Moved a few rocks to give her room to work. She was in, and working around a tight turn. Blocked the grapevine hole with the shovel, pitched the rocks pulled into the brush pile hole to block that one. Since there were plenty of rocks available, and I learned previously that a bolting groundhog can move a pretty big one, figured I’d pull a few more rocks to give me a better view of Dot working and add more ballast to the hole. Big mistake!

 

Underneath the next good-sized rock was a good-sized anthill. Ants apparently like being dug out of their home even less than groundhogs do. Swarms of ‘em were climbing up my arms. Started practicing my vocabulary of expletives while trying to scrape ‘em off. Dot, hearing something other than my usual, “Good girl. Get the groundhog,†decided to see what I was up to, started to back out, and now she was covered with ‘em too. Pulled her, backed out into the beans and did a rather animated dance getting ‘em off the both of us. Must of looked something like the Macarena while on speed. Glad it was well away from the road. No witnesses. Figured that was a good time to quit for the day.

 

Are ants considered quarry? They may be small, but there was a mess of ‘em and they certainly seemed formidable when the little b*****ds were crawling all over us.

[Guest Ditch_Shitter]

" " Indeed!

 

What a f*cking Pleasure to read that was! The title had caught my eye as I labouriously ground my way up through the listing of new posts and I was looking foreward to it. Didn't let me down either! Most enjoyable!

 

Thanks for a good read, mate!

[skycat 6,174]

Great read there!

Reminded me of the time when my lurchers disturbed a wasps' nest on a bank: dogs running everywhere, rolling in the grass to get the feckers off, and me running hell for leather to get away, and my big old Deerhound/Grey running after me begging me to get them off her where they were burying through her coat to make a hit. Pulled at least 20 off her and flattened the rest: she thought I was just patting her LOL. Emptied a whole bottle of vinegar over her when we got home: thank God she was none the worse for it.

[Ricky-N.p.p 0]

:clapper:

great read mate !

 

i used to help out at a local shooting syndicate, and once arived to see a 60 yr old man running across the feild throwing his cloathes away

 

thought, this c**ts finaly lost the plot

 

as it transpires he thought it would be a good idea to remove a wasps nest that was above the pen by poking at it with a stick

 

i'm accually laughin as i type this !

 

first class fanny !

[bshadle 5]

I guess everyone's had days like that. If you can't thrill 'em with tales of success at least amuse 'em with spectacular failures. We both got home alive, so it counts as a good day.

[Guest EXTREME DOGS]

a few years ago a was walking my mothers stupid spaniel and it walked in to a wasps nest. piked the daft b*****D up an threw it in the river that dog was wipering all night.