Smartie's Bar & Grill #71

What is nice about livestock panels is not having to stretch the wire from post to post. Better for a do it your-selfer with little fencing experience. I use a 2 by 4 fence wire and T post for the goats and it ain't real neat ...b...but it keeps the goats in....kinda hillbilly chic.

 

Maybe them Goats are just gettin' Yer Goat.Not to be confused with
a true 60's Goat { Pontiac GTO }.

 

My wife was born there. I lived there for a while. The water tower is painted like a peach. My father- in- law had a hatred for that water tower. A huge waste of money ...he said...Durbin farms has been there for a while....just off the interstate.

 

Feels good having my forklift license in order and earning $60k a year with my current job. Considering where I was just a year ago this is an insane improvement to the point where I can barely fathom it.

 

Thanks. The lady who previously owned our house wasn't as thorough as you were with your coop and the neighborhood owls cleared it out for her.

I've been thinking of using green chicken/rabbit wire but I've never used that before so I'm not sure if it will be visible enough to our little feathery friends. I don't want them flying into it and injuring themselves if I can avoid it. I'd like to use a wire/mesh that's subtle but not too subtle - whether or not I can get the best of both worlds is the question.

 

The GOAT was a great muscle car. Real popular in its day.

 

My peaches either get bugs....worms....or all the fruit just falls off. Oh ya...I got an ornamental peach and those peaches are hard even when ripe. Maybe good for pickling if I were into that. Bought the ornamental peach from the local garden club. I don't spray my trees either.

 

Cool...

 

Um... what is the PSI { tire pressure } on a forklift.?

 

Then try Neutering them trees.Plus put a cherry on top each tree just
in case.

 

What category/class we talking about here?

We have everything from heavy industrial forklifts that can easily lift 10-20 tons with pure rubber tires to smaller ones with normal tires due to the sheer stress the weight causes the tires.

 

I bought a Garage in a box once. The covering turned to powder in the Alabama sun. Anyhow ...we covered it with chicken wire and used rabbit cage clips to put it together and put in a door. It is a 10 ft by 20 foot chicken cage . somehow Cardinals get in the cage and can't get out. We chase them out or catch them. But it hasn't happened for a while.

 

Yup, and good looking, too. I've seen some bigger and nicer ones in my wife's fancy garden books (probably on the grounds of some English or French castle) and they're awesome but I would have to cut down some really big trees to make them. It's going to be enough of a challenge to find logs that are the same size as the ones in that photo from the few dead oaks and/or cedars we have on our property.

 

Even if you did spray you have to get the timing just right. I think we've got a plum beetle problem but up to now I haven't been able to kill the little buggers before they ruin the peaches. You have to spray when the fruit are just setting and then stay after them. Then the hordes of Japanese Beetles show up. Mrs. Talon thinks we should throw in the towel and plant something that's less maintenance but she's got a stubborn husband.

 

Wow. I didn't think cardinals could get through chicken wire.

Did any other birds get through there?

 

Beware of squirrels getting through also. Every squirrel on my property is named Rudy for some reason, and I'll be damned if Rudy didn't find a way to get through the chicken wire enclosure of my strawberry bed. Decimated my jam supplies....

 

Thanks for the heads-up.

Rabbits are more of a problem for us than squirrels. I'm definitely going to have to make sure that critters can't tunnel into the enclosure.

 

Huntington, Oregon, population 440, is located in Baker County in northeastern Oregon along the Snake River which forms the border between Oregon and Idaho. Originally nothing more than a stagecoach station in 1862, when the railroads established a line through there, it became a shipping point for cattle. By the turn of the century, Huntington was known as a "sin city", a rugged frontier town with its share of saloons, Chinese opium dens, and gunslingers.

In present times, Huntington is still isolated, some 44 miles from the nearest substantial city. There is no police department. Only the occasional Sheriff's patrol or State Police game wardens.

There is a general store, a mechanic's shop, a cafe, a bar, and a VFW post. The beauty shop, liquor store, and bait and tackle shop are run by a married couple right out of the same store. Yeah, you can open the door, and over to your left a lady may be sitting in the salon getting her hair done, the liquor is displayed in the middle, and to the right is all the fishing tackle.

The railroad is still there, but it doesn't offer much anymore in the way of employment or economic activity. The only nearby industries are farming, cattle ranching and a cement factory about 20 miles away. Pretty much all year, the place is a destination for hunters and fishermen. There are places to camp in the area, or you can rent a small house from someone there.

I never got the feeling that the people there are marooned there. Instead, I think they like the isolation.

Everybody knows everybody, and everybody knows everybody else's business - at least as much as they're willing to tell.

So that is my attempt to set the stage for my stories.

So about 5 of my friends and I had rented a house there for a week of chukar hunting. Chukar are a game bird that live in the mountains overlooking the Snake River. From Huntington, you only have to drive about a mile before you're at the Snake, and you can park and start hunting. It's tough. Steep rocky mountains covered in sage brush and mountain grasses. By the end of the day, we would be tired and sore, and we'd return to the house, fix dinner, drink, and go to sleep, and then do it all over again the next day.

But at least once during each trip, instead of fixing dinner, we'd go to the bar because it also served hot food. This is it, behind the green door...



Now to further set the stage, before I tell you about the Louisville Slugger, I'll tell you about ...

My friends and I were there one night sitting around a table. We had a couple of pitchers of beer on the table, and we had ordered food. We were just minding our own business, only expecting to talk among ourselves, eat, and drink away our aches and pains from a day of chukar hunting ... when a woman, probably mid-forties, wearing a tight-fitting dress over her somewhat ample 40-something year old body, low cut, cleavage out there, heavy eye make-up, walks up to our table.

"Hi boys", she said. Then she looked down at one of my friends and announced, "Saaay! You're cute!"

Looking somewhat embarrassed, "Uh ... Thank you, Ma'am", he answered.

Then she introduced herself ... hell if I can remember her name. Asked us a few questions about what we were doing in Huntington and where we were from, small talk, etc. And then this ...

"Well, if you boys need anything while you're here ... anything at all, you ask for me".

"Thank you, ma'am", one of us said, and she gave a big smile and left our table. We all kinda looked at each other and had a few laughs.

But about 5 minutes later, she came back. Only this time she was with a woman in her 20's. She too had the same look. Ample-bodied, cleavage, eye make-up, the whole road hard look, except younger. And this time she wanted to introduce us to ...

... her daughter!

Some more polite small talk ensued, and then ...

And then she let us know that if there was anything we needed ... anything at all ... to let her or her daughter know, and they would take care of us.

Mighty neighborly of them, don't ya think? Ha! But there was no way ... no chance any of us were going to mess with any of that.

So about the Louisville slugger ...

So we're just sitting there, drinking our beer. Our food was being cooked back in the kitchen, and the bartender was tending bar. The bartender was a woman of about 50, pleasant enough, but tough looking too. There was a woman, late 20's - early 30's I'd guess, sitting alone at the bar having a drink.

Now in walks the town mechanic. True to form, he's still wearing his greasy, dirty coveralls. A burly looking dude, longish dark hair and a full beard. And his woman is with him. They sit down at the bar about two bar stools away from the single woman I mentioned.

Now what we didn't know, but we would learn later from the bartender, is that the single woman at the bar was the mechanic's ex, and the woman who was with him was the woman who took her place. We weren't paying any attention to them, until we noticed that some voices over there were rising, and not in a good way.

"Slut!"

"Bitch!"

Now the bartender ... "That's enough! Now you two just shut up! That's enough!"

They all shut up ... for a minute. And then it started up again.

"F'n whore!"

And again, this ole gal behind the bar took charge. "I told you two to shut up! And you too! (addressing the mechanic) Not another word! I've had it! No more!"

They lasted less than a minute, and the mechanic and his new girlfriend and the ex were chipping at each other again. I looked away from them said something to one of my friends across the table from me when ...

BANG!

Holy sh*t, I thought a gunshot had been fired. I instinctively ducked, and looked over there, and the bartender was lifting up the Louisville slugger she had just cracked down onto the bar with all her might.

Now addressing the mechanic and his girlfriend, "Now you two get out!" And she walked around that old wooden bar and cocked that slugger up above her head. "I said get out!"

And I'll tell you what! She backed that big burly mechanic and his mouthy girlfriend right out the front door. She never stopped moving towards them with that slugger cocked up above her head as they backed up until they were all the way out.

Then, calmly, she walked back around the bar and put the slugger back to its place under the bar. Later, she came over to our table to apologize for the commotion and explained about the situation.

I suspect that by the next day, it was all good again. These people all know each other and each other's business. Kinda like a big family, for better or worse.

Just another day in Huntington, and another memory for some hunters from out of town.

Seth

 

This 1980's Yale Forklift with tube tires called for 100 PSI.
Three times that of a standard car or even pickup.
I learned that watching - Mustie1 - at YouTube about 2 months ago.
He purchased a Yale forklift that wouldn't start.It ran on propane
like most.He got it up and running but it overheated and stalled out.
Sometimes took over 30 minutes but always stalled out.
It was a simple electrical device { try bad rotor on a distributor }.
The thing was very hot.

 

Folks you have until September 11th to win a week stay at the
Brady Bunch house from the TV series.It was a somewhat typical
upscale design used in that era.I wonder if them closets will be filled
with the Retro clothes of that period.
No I doesn't.

 

The green wire lattice is almost invisible, and almost as cheap as the chicken wire. Comes in rolls - easy to attack to the posts, and it wants to say up even when the posts rot.

 

We had about 80 coturnix quail at our old place. I had a course of 1/2” hardware cloth around the bottom, and stucco mesh the rest of the way up to the roof. Had to use the hard ware cloth down low otherwise coons would reach through the stucco mesh and grab the quail at night and rip them bit by bit through the wire. Anyway we had a Cooper’s hawk fly into the wire at about Mach 2 trying to snatch a quail. I heard it in the house so went out to see him sputtering his way up into a tree. Dazed and confused he hung out for about 30 minutes then flew off.

 

Nope just Redbirds....and it was the one inch stuff.

 

We had Quail once....something ripped their heads off. Replaced the chicken wire with that plastic hardware cloth....ate what was left of the quail and used the pen for baby pulletts.

 

All our bird houses...chickens...have a chicken wire roof. Keeps out the red tailed Hawk.