Well, it's about time to settle up some old business and get on with some new. On the old side, Mike B. sent me a note on the "Hoola Popper" entry into the blog posted a while ago. Mike was there on Homer Spit, AK, that day and his memory is to be trusted. I tend to take license within my writing to "make things up" as I go along. You know, kind of a novelists license to forget or tell lies, depending on your point of view. Anyway, that fish I caught on the "popper" was a dolly varden moving from it's adventures in the ocean into one of the streams running into the Cook Inlet. Really doesn't matter much to the story. The fact remains a hoola popper with it's rubber skirt just might be the ticket to a strike when the fishing get's slow and boring. I can also admit that I have caught northern pike of those poppers too. Bass; everyone has caught a bass on a hoola popper, haven't they?
On another note. I'm taking apart Wilbert Crete's old bus turned into and RV. Yup, Pop left it to me to tend to and I'm learning all kinds of things about building RVs by dismantling his old bus. In fact, that bus represents the culmination of his life experiences and accumulated skills making camping trailers and RVs from scratch. Amazing guy, when you undo his work one screw at a time, one addition to the RV at a time. I honestly don't know how many times he "remodeled" that bus, but several I can remember and probably more that I can't remember because I wasn't around much when he was tinkering with it. He is the last of a dying breed for sure when it comes to scratching together "nuttin' from nuttin'" is all I know. I'll keep whatever might serve Blue Moon Farm in future building projects and I hope to refashion the bus into a flatbed one ton hay hauler with a hitch for pulling stock trailers. I have to get these beeves to the butcher somehow and the old bus is the only outfit I have that will pull that much weight. Dad was all for the project when I told him before he died what I had planned for it. His only comment when I asked him how to take apart one of his most important personal projects was, "just get in there and start removing screws until something comes apart. Then keep going."
Well, that's what I've been doing and the interior of the bus is now denuded. I'm looking at removing the water tank and grey water tank next. As I look at the collection of sliding windows, sink materials, pumps and other items I begin to see another project coming to life. Lyn and I have been butchering chickens in the slip shod fashion the last couple of summers and have begun talking about pulling together a small building to do the work in. You might think of a fish cleaning shack or the like stationed in a side yard near the garage/barn with access to running water. I might not get power to it other than an extension cord, but I have a thought I can get gas to it for heating water to dunk chickens in before plucking and for lighting, etc. The bus contained enough appliances to outfit a fish/chicken cleaning shack. Dad's bus then becomes two new ideas and time marches on.
Enjoy the day. It's July 18th in one of the best summers I can ever remember in Minnesota. Boy, oh boy, is it green in the pasture, marshes and woods this summer.
Oh, look for a website about our farm and products in the near future. It'll be at: www.bluegrassangus.com when it gets on line.
Farmer Ron and Mrs. Farmer Lyn
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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