Late Summer in the Hill Country
The summer season is winding down. Days are getting shorter. We’ve loss an hour or more of daylight since the June 21 Summer Solstice. I noticed last night, while the Brewers were losing again, that it got dark here in Tomah around 8 o’clock. Ann and I are sort of winding down from a wonderful and hectic week of getting ready for our 50th wedding anniversary party, which was a wonderful, but low-key affair, on Sunday, August 16 at the Tomah Ground Round. All my siblings and Ann’s siblings made it, plus our boys and family, and about 100 folks we know.
Someone asked me what it took to be married 50 years. I replied, “Two things; I am the perfect husband, and I’m very humble.”
The crops around here are stunning, looks like a near record yield coming up. Timely and plentiful rains along with hot sunny days have been excellent for the corn, soybeans, and hay. The Amish out of the ridges south of Tomah have finished up their threshing, some are putting up third crop hay.
We took our 15 year old grandson, Teddy, to the Norskedalen Threshing Bee over in Coon Valley on Saturday Aug 22. His mother, Dana, is Nordic, and her grandfather, Theodore farmed much the same way as they do at the Norskedalen Heritage site. Some nice animal display, sumptuous thresher’s dinner, but no threshing. They said they couldn’t get any oats or wheat bundles to thresh. Very disappointing. How can you call it a threshing bee when you don’t thresh? Ole and Sven let us down !!
We got ourselves a bumper crop of gophers at the Scheckel place. We always had a few in the back yard but those devils got into the front yard this year and are having a feast. More tunnels than the Mexican border!! I set three of those plunger traps and got two gophers so far. I got mole worms, mole pellets, and lime. It’s open season on those varmints.
I heard that cougar urine is suppose to work. But it’s pretty hard to hold that cup down there when they won’t hold still. If we were back on the farm, those mole feet would bring 25 cents each. Cut the large digging front paws off the mole and put them in a salted jar. By each, I mean a pair, ‘cause you had to take the mole feet to the Seneca Town Treasurer, Chuck Sprosty over on Dickson Ridge. He paid the bounty: a nickel for a gopher tail and 25 cents for a pair of mole feet.
Next time, I will tell you about my no-good 20 year old lawn mower. Right now, I’m out of swear words!!