Friday, February 17, 2012

Time To Make Camp.




 Another hole drilled and another tree tapped and the sap is flowin.  The conditions look good for the weekend.  I've got just over half of my taps put in. 
Tapping the tree doesn't ruin it --- the tree heals itself after you remove the tap. You can keep tapping the same tree year-after-year, just not in exactly the same spot. The tree heals the tap-hole but there is still a small "scar" where the hole was. 


 I like using the bags to collect the sap.  I can roll out about six or more feet, tie off the end of the bag, pop in a copper spigot and wrap with a short piece of wire and Bam, done.

On to the next tree.



I've got this bag weighted with a rock.  Empty bags can really get beat up on a windy day. 


 But, a bag full of sap with a guard dog is just fine.














 Here's a tap that I forgot to pull last spring.

 The red clay works well to tighten all those little leaks in the stove.

Looking forward to a three day weekend in the timber making camp, cleaning up brush,choppin wood,collecting and boiling sap.

50's cocktail/dance party in DBQ.  I'm thinkin rockabilly.

Plus I'ld like to catch a fish or two.


Ernest Hemingway trout fishing 1950's

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Getting Ready




 Things should start flowin in the sugar bush this week.  The weekend has been dedicated to cutting wood and hauling supplies for the run.



The stove is in rough shape and all froze in. So its going to need some work to tighten and square  things up.

 small spike




 Tapped six today just to check the flow.











 Susie has some pics.on the holga site, check it out!

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Thursday, February 2, 2012

TURKEYS IN THE FOG.

 27* this am.  and plenty of moisture in the air made for the right conditions to form fog over our area.  That meant a two hour delay for school this morning.  Jason had another post of a nice brown that he caught yesterday.   So that's all the motivation I needed to hit the trout stream before school. On the drive to the stream I came upon a large flock of about 40 turkeys that had come off to the bluffs to feed down in the valley along the stream.



When I down along the stream my eyes are always pealed looking for arrow heads, fossils and anything else that catches my eye.  This morning it was this crinoid stem, barchiopods and coral fossils.

Studying fossils helps us appreciate the history of life on Earth. They provide a link between geology and biology that is valuable to the study of global changes and how life adapts.
Crinoids lived anchored to the sea floor by flexible, rooted stems. Segments of the rounded
 stems are commonly found as fossils.Often called "sea lilies," crinoids are actually animals related to starfish. This 350 million-year-old (Mississippian) specimen from along the stream, which in life would filter sea water for food particles. 

Here's an update on the chunk of antler I found along the stream last Monday.  After I cleaned it up a little, it apperars to be peterfied.  From the looks of the large base it was from a large deer or my hope is it's from an Elk.  Scientists believe that elk first appeared on the North American continent approximately 120,000 years ago during the Ice Age when the glaciers exposed a land bridge between what is now Siberia and Alaska.
Elk were once common on the Iowa Prairie landscape.
Records from early settlers, identify that Elk were using most parts of the state of Iowa, with larger concentration in the western 2/3's of the state.
Are fore fathers found the Elk to be and excellent food source.
The last record of free roaming Elk in Iowa, was in 1871 and this chunk of antler may have come from an Elk that roamed these valleys hundreds or thousands of years before that. 

In his "Notes on the Mammals of Iowa," presented to the Boston Society of Natural History in 1871, J.A. Allen tells a fairly typical tale: "In the severer weather of winter they [elk] were often driven to seek shelter and food in the vicinity of the settlements. At such times the people not satisfied with killing enough for their present need, mercilessly engaged in an exterminating butchery. Rendered bold by their extremity, the elk were easily dispatched with such implements as axes and corn-knives, Now only a few linger where formerly thousands lived, and these are rapidly disappearing."

So, this morning I started out using a small fly, with no luck.  After I snapped my line I switched over to a small spinner, that wouldn't spin.  The end result was this small brown.
  Not a bad way to start the work day.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

50 PLUS.

 Lastd ay of January an it's 50*  plus outside.  Jason posted that he did well fishing yesterday so I hit the stream to try my luck with the fly rod.

  I've fished with a fly rod since I was a small boy.  Jigging, casting and flipping for crappies, bluegills, smallies and trout.  But, fly fishing with light tackle is a new ballgame.  Tonight was better than the last outting, at least I didn't loose any flies.




Fishing a stream that's a little more open helps.  The more I fly fish the more I become aware of  what its going to take to get a fish on.  Stealth approaching the stream, a well placed cast, the proper drift into the pool and the part that I've missed so far... setting the hook and landing a trout.

Not a  total wash today.  We've been studying streams in class and when I was checkin out the gravel bed I found a little chunk of antler or maybe it's just odd  shaped rock.  Or a stick?  I'll let ya know after I clean it up.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

NO PLANS.






Friday after school the cabin at Rolli looked warm and inviting with the its line of lights lit up on the snowy afternoon.  Fishing as the snow falls always puts a smile on my face.
 Catching a fish would have helped too.
 I love having a Saturday with no pressing matters.
 Heat up the pole barn and putter around out side.  I blocked up a few loads of fire wood and wandered down to the hoop house to water the spinach, 34* outside and 90*  inside.





With a free afternoon we drove up the valley to take some pictures of Susie's favorite subjects.  The Blue Eyed Paint and his friends. He fed close to the stream that was loaded with water cress, the green grass poked up along the bank of the stream.
But another band of ponies was on top of the ridge.  So, after a brisk hike up a steep hill that over looked the meandering trout stream we reach the 15 horses feeding on top of the hill. 
The paint that Susie was after wasn't cooperating but his buddies were quiet friendly.



Back home for a sunset walk with the dogs and then inside for some coco with honey, cinnamon and hot pepper flakes.





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Thursday, January 26, 2012

CLEAR CUT.

                                                                              As I was heading out of Maquoketa this afternoon I was sadden to see the apple trees at tubbs family orchard were being clear cut.

The small family-owned orchard located in the city limits of Maquoketa just off of  Hwy. 61.

I don't know a lot about the history of the orchard other than, the old couple that started to orchard are now in their 90's and there health appears to be greatly declining and their son looks to be in his 50's or 60's.
About 15 years ago when Susie was the hot lunch lady, she would drive to Tubbs Orchard to get apples for the schools hot lunch program.  Apples from a local orchard, how great would that be for a school?

My destination was another area that had been clear cut last fall.  The farm that lies just East of Mart and Joan's cleared a large area of red cedars to make more room for pasture land.





My goal was to find a large cedar stump with roots to use for a base for a rustic table, that Marty is going to build for our kitchen.



The huge piles of cedar had some beautiful trees but no stumps.  They had all been cut off about a foot off the ground and dosed into the pile.

The owner had told Marty he could take what he like before they torch it this spring.  Marty has been working on a plan to make a cedar log cabin and these piles will prove to be a treasure trove of cedar logs for the future cabin.









Louie's cabin sits high on the ridge across the valley and its a great spot for trek around the farm.
It's tiny and rustic.  With a small wood stove and a fold down sleeping loft.



















Stopped by the trout stream on the way home and it seem like just tying the fly on, is getting more difficult  now that I've been using these little flies.







It's been just year since my first post on this blog.  with over 2000 views by folks from all over the world.  All I can say is thanks for checkin in and get out and enjoy the world around you.   Tom


Oh yea and.
Stop wishin.  Go fishin!