Great Weekend

Sometimes you have no plans for a weekend. Sometimes you remember about an invite from a friend to a destruction derby in the small town of Lipton, Saskatchewan. Sometimes you get in the truck and drive on out there. Sometimes it is just as awesome as you would imagine. Sometimes you head back to the local watering hole. Sometimes dinner comes and you need to grab a bottle of wine to take to the barbecue. Sometimes you ask for that bottle of wine, and the only thing that comes out is Royal Red cooking wine. Sometimes you buy that bottle of wine. Sometimes the cap doesn't come off while your driving to the party in the back of a pick up. Sometimes you have to cut off the cap with a buck knife. Sometimes you head back to that friendly local watering hole. Sometimes you witness someone take a bottle to the head. Sometimes your friends follow the commotion outside. Sometimes your friend somehow ends up in cuffs in the back of a cruiser. Sometimes you wake up the next morning and his parents make you all a delicious breakfast. Sometime your friend shows you the old wind up gramaphone and puts on that old Hank Willams 78 just for you......

Sometimes life treats you pretty good.

lazy river floating

Well heres a good trick! But watch out because this is a limited time offer. You will likely never be able to do this again. Right now the Qu'appelle is still almost at flood hight, which means it is deep enough that you can swim in the river and not touch the bottom. The only other time this would be possible is in the spring time, but everyone knows melt water is far to cold to swim in. So anywho, me and my good friend Brett put on some life jackets friday afternoon in the blazing sun and jumped in the river with Brett's bird dog. We lazily floated around, letting the current take us until we got back to his jeep. Tons of fun, I wish I had pictures to share.

Rescue team

The family was out at the cabin today celebrating fathers day. While we were there a couple of neat little things happened.

My pops spotted something in the water, thinking it was dead, he picked it up only to realize that it in fact was not dead. It was a baby warbler that had fallen out of its nest above the shoreline. Dad took the soaking creature into the sun where it began to shake and shiver uncontrollably. Things did not look good, but slowly the sun got stronger and the cute little guy started to warm up. Finally he started chirping and his eyes began to open after his truamatic experience. After about ten minutes of crying you could hear his folks begin singing up a storm in a nearby tree. We decided it was best if we skedaddle and watch the proceedings from afar. The adult birds came down to him and started hootin and hollerin and jumpin this ways and that. Down from the barrel the little birdy went, opening up his wings for a short second to try to reach mom and dad. A little further the next time he went. With mom and dad still hootin and hollerin encouragement he made it a touch farther this time. And finally on the fourth attempt the little ball of down made it into a tree. In one short hour the little guy went from the brink of death to making his very first flight.
A pretty cool sight to see


Second cool thing was that with all the rain we have had, the water in the lake is very clear, especially when brother lent me his expensive polarized sunglasses. A school of Perch had decided to make home intermitently underneath the dock today so I could drop down my hook and literally watch about 30 fish investigate my bait before finally one would try his luck at dinner.

Down In The Valley Below

If all this rain is good for anything besides pushing us towards our generation's Atlantis, it is paddling. While a person can do the Qu'appelle at any time in the summer, the fun increases with the rise in water. Normally at this time you would be scrapping muddy bottom on every third paddle stroke, but not so this year. I failed to touch the bottom even once with my fun stick. This weekend i picked out a portion of the river I had done before knowing that it held a zip line somewheres along its length. However when we got to the line it was clear that it had been taken out in the spring time by log jams mixed with raging torrents of ice. Not one to be dismayed, I kept my eye out for other sorts of fun. stumbling upon a tree that had been overtaken by the river, I got the light bulb in my head that it could be used as a diving board.

Other sights seen on this excursion- owls, pelicans, baby geese, ducks, herons, carp, raccoons, cedar wax wings, normal deer, angry deer, deer with velvety antenna, fat beavers, lazy beavers, beavers that think they can fly, oh and even a couple bovine.

Broody Hens

So I have a broody hen. What does this mean? It means it is trying to hatch its unfertilized eggs. Why are chickens so stupid? I am not sure. A broody hen poses a number of problems. In a coop like mine with only one nest box, the other chicken is never able to get to the box to lay because the other hen is being a stubborn bitch. The broody hen also greatly slows down its food intake as well as neglecting water because it is busy being lazy. So what do you do? You keep tossing it out of the nest box while avoiding pecks from every which angle. Google also told me to try dunking it in water to cool its body temperature down, making it uncomfortable to brood and hopefully waking it from its predicament. We will see how it goes. Up until now my hens have been excellent, producing just about one egg a day each and keeping very silent. I sure as shit can not be complaining about four egg skillets on lazy sunday mornings. Could be better if the skillets were brought to me in bed by cute girls with loose morrals, but I'm better at dreaming than convincing. The city also has not caught onto me yet and hopefully we can keep it at that. I'm sure the city workers are all just to busy working hard... right?

This

Is a methane digester. If it does what I have been telling it to do, it will run my barbecue. The idea is simple. I'm not a scientist but basically this is what is happening. Inside the white bucket without the presence of oxygen the chicken poo and garden scraps are breaking down and one of the main byproducts of that is methane. The methane will bubble up and become trapped in my upside water cooler tank. then when I figure there is some methane in there I can hook up my BBQ hose to... you guessed it.... a BBQ, open the valve and light a match. If it works this will rule. If not, it was a solid way to spend a rainy day with no work and no play.

This redneck here was my inspiration

row row row your boat

So last summer I wasted 800 bucks buying a metal boat with a motor and all the fixins. It's nothing special really and it was fun for the 4 hours that the motor was happy with me, but after that it seemed to become displeased with my pleasant disposition. Now the motor sits in a corner of the shed, I have neither the patience nor the know how to figure out such mechanical devices. I may have been born to work with my hands but they were meant to play with wood and not metallic objects.

Anyway... So I decided that I still love my boat so I went over to Canadian tire and bought a set of oars, and now I have myself a cute little row boat. Life rules!

cute

Well it was the middle of the day so they were not coming out to play. So we stuck a camera into the culvert and here is what we found.

Foxes!

Probably make the cutest animal. On the way home from work yesterday out in Boggey Creek valley I stumbled upon a fox den not ten feet from the road. Screeching to a hault I pulled over to have a gander and there were three of the cutest most curious little foxes you have seen. I was able to get within ten feet of them because they have not yet learned to fear humans. Tomorrow I am going back with my camera so hopefully I will have some pictures for you.

tis the season

For dandelions that is. For most folks, dandelions are the most pesky of weeds, hard to pull up and they are fucking everywhere(this is true, I picked enough flowers within 40 feet of the back porch. And lets face it, they really do suck when they are crowding your garden. BUT! they also serve the greater good. Dandelions can be put into salads, used for herbal remedies, made into a tea, the roots dried as a coffee substitute, and in this particular case, they make everyones favorite wine.

For price of chicken scratch(15 loons) I was able to make a little over 2 gallons of wine. This should give me ten bottles of wine after all the sediment is left over. A buck fifty a bottle eh? NOT BAD. I would say from start to finish I probably put in about 2 hours of work, but it was enjoyable work, and it would have either been that or twidling my thumbs wathing the evening roll past me....and I prefer to do things.

I used the second recipe off of this interwebs site here except that I doubled it and added some cloves when I tossed in the orange peelings.

This is also only the start. Hopefully this year will yield more saskatoon and apple wine and hopefully will see me try a sand cherry wine for the first time. But these will have to wait. Maybe by the time fruit season rolls around I can get good and sauced for the pickins off of this dandy goodness.

the trails

Well I was bored a couple days ago so I went out for a little hike by myself out to Wascana trails. I did not really see anything that interesting but it was really nice just to be out there. Here are some pics of the wonders of the natural world from that happening. Also while I was there I had to check out the water levels to see if I could get a paddle in there just once more. I have read the flow charts for the Wascana in the past and noticed that once or twice a year during the summer, the levels peaked again, obviously due to a hard rain. This had always intrigued me. On a side note I really wish I was into paddling when they drained the whole fucking lake to deepen it. That would have been something else.

Anyway, with all this darned rain we have had, the river has actually swelled almost to spring levels. So today we went out to do a run on the trails. A perfect day for such an adventure. Not to hot, not to cold, just right and tons of fun. Oh and no one even ended up in the water this time.

The city

Ya know I always envision myself living rustically at the side of a lazy river in a two hundred square foot log cabin built by myself. Accompanying me would be my cat, a wood stove and a whole lot of records and books. Gardening would become a full time job, as would hunting and fishing.
But today I got to thinking about the advantages of the city when it comes to gardening. Don't get me wrong, I'm never giving up my pipe dream, but today I witnessed the building of a garden by a good friend of mine out in the town of Lumsden where the building of a fence was a necessary aspect of the plan. Wild animals needed to be kept out of his garden. I have thought about all the advantages of city gardening in the past but today brought them to particular attention.

-Extended growing season. A city is always just a couple degrees warmer than the surrounding area due to all the heat given off by man made creations.

-Less birds to eat your seeds or your berries.

-No deer or rabbits to nibble your precious plants.

-Free compost and mulch everywhere, people are always throwing away grass clippings and bags full of leaves.

-And in my case there are no predators to alleviate me of my hens.

The only real downside is that space is obviously at a premium and that it is hard to get full sunshine on your garden because houses are frequently in the way.

While I may curse living here when the neighbours are tossing fists at three thirty in the morning, I have no problem getting dirty 4 feet from my back step.

Playing with a chain saw

..... is the best thing ever

Rustic Undertakings on the importance of preparedness

I am not sure where to begin about this weekends adventures but here it goes. The plan(which really was only a 3 minute conversation at the local watering hole) was to head up to Battleford and canoe down to Borden. The venture was supposed to take three days. As you will find out in the subsequent paragraphs, sometimes plans do not always work out, but they almost always have great endings and they most certainly always produce great stories.

I would like to start off by saying that the weather liar was only forecasting between one and five millimeters for the area, and the five was the worst of the forecasts, oh and it was not supposed to come at us until Sunday.

So we made the trip up to the Battleford, two canoes strapped to the ladder rack on my new 430 dollar Ford Ranger and one to the top of Tanners beater which was scheduled to become a cube as soon as we got back on Monday when his new truck was supposed to come in. The ride went off without a hitch, we slept the night at Tanner's dad's place and woke up the next morning with visions of a weekend full of fun and manliness.


We launched on an overcast morning but the temperature was still nice and the rain was nowhere to be seen. Hooks in the river we trolled down the mighty North Saskatchewan, glimpsing Moose crossing the water and seeing no other humans whatsoever. The valley was mind blowingly beautiful and was just as secluded as the rivers far up North in the Shield. It was a perfect day really. We discovered a couple old rustic hunting shacks along the river, one made of cotton wood logs chinked with mud from the surrounding area, and definitely still in use. I spotted a patch of wild onions which were completely foreign to me so we dug up a bunch of those which were absolutely tantalizing.

We caught some fish.... and then it started sprinkling. -"You guys did bring rain gear, eh?"
-"Nah but we'll be fine, we have garbage bags, its a Lutz family tradition." replied the two brothers on the excursion.

We headed to shore eventually that evening to make camp... And then it started raining.

We somehow managed to get a fire going, luckily someone had the foresight to bring a torch, while somehow neglecting rain gear.... And then it started pouring.

We got out the sausages and cleaned up a fish that we ended up cooking over the fire as if it were some sort of hot dog, which actually turned out to be an essential method of cooking fish.... and then the torrent of rain began.

We headed to the designated party tent where some beverages were shared.... and then the hurricane ensued.



The tent housing the brothers who were already very soaked managed to collapse in the middle of the night. The poles actually broke the wind was so fierce. It was a cold wet and miserable night. I woke up in the morning with the realization that we needed to get somewhere warm so we could dry our bones and not catch hypothermia in the middle of bloody nowhere. We packed up camp and headed downstream to battle the storm.

I'm not sure if I have ever feared for mine or my fellow paddlers safety quite like I did this morning. The wind was so crazy that the water was actually white capping..... ON A RIVER. The less experienced members of the party were having a very difficult time guiding the boat down the river without being turned around, and being broadside to the angry waves was not a place you wanted to be. That's how boats turn over, and how people get really awfully cold really awfully fast. It was actually getting scary when Tanner's partner had her fill and started to loose it (which is 100 percent excusable in this situation, things were getting pretty real) we quickly headed for the shore. As we put in on the side, a roof appeared just over a grove a trees. There was a cabin! Only once have I been happier to see people, the other time is for another story. We hastily climbed up the stairs to the cabin and knocked on the wooden door pleading for entry.

A dazed and confused man with appropriate long hair hiding an appropriate red neck answered our calls of help. It was obvious we had awoken his hangover, but he quickly shied us in. Kyle is his name, and Kyle is the most helpful and nicest man I know. As fast as we could take off our wet outer layers Kyle whipped up a fire in the wood stove and we were soon comfortable once again, hypothermia had failed us. I was sitting around making small talk with the other fellow there, Rick, when I asked him what he did in the Battleford. At this point he mentioned he was a mechanic. At this, Tanner's ears perked up, he was still in his wet outer clothing and so was still standing in the porch. He poked his head in, mentioned that his cousin was a mechanic in the area and began to introduce himself. When he got to introducing himself to Rick he looked at him and realized that Rick was in fact his cousin whom he had not seen for five years and that Lisa on the couch was also a long lost relative. I'm not making this up, the dude has no other relatives in the entire area and we happen to get rescued by a long lost cousin. Rick and Kyle helped us out a great deal, using their 4x4 to get our gear up to the top of the hill and inviting us back for some warm weather canoeing.

As I said. Sometimes plans don't work out... but they always end in great stories.

Bees!

I had the opportunity to stretch out a bee suit yesterday and inspect my first hive. I have made acquaintances with an elderly man that is willing to apprentice me in apiculture. He brought home a hive to his house in the city so we could unwrap it and so the wonderful insects could pollinate all the neighbour's gardens. I would kill a small child for a neighbour with a bee hive.

Recently, bee keepers have taken to overwintering their bees in Canada due to the problems with bees in America. The overwintering requires only a small amount of insulation around the outside of the hive. So we unwrapped the protection and inside the hive was covered in bees, pollen, honey and new brood. It was oh so exciting to basically pick up 600 bees in your hand and not be stung. No pictures this time but hopefully if all goes well I will bee out and about at the apiary lots this summer.

Now all I have on my mind is making mead. GOOOD GLORIOUS MEAD!

If your bored you should google the peril of the bee these days. For some reason honey bees are not surviving at rates they once did, but no one knows why.
possibly aliens? maybe the fell into mel's hole

Another one!

I was reading that sometimes you have to trick chickens into laying and laying in the right spot at that by using a fake egg. So while working in the valley two days ago I happened upon an egg shaped rock. Placed in the nest box, the rock yeilded an egg not even a day later. I hope this means there is lots more to come as one egg every week really is not that exciting.

a treat!

Well lookie what i got here. This is neat. I need some more before I can make a feast so I have not eaten it yet but im darned sure it will be the tastiest egg to ever go down inside my belly.

Fishing Season

The spawn is over and the soft water fishing season is greeting us this weekend. I have never been much for fishing down south here but I believe that I have neglected to realize how good the fishing can actually be down here. Come to think of it I have caught one of the largest fish of my life no more than 60 minutes from home. Anyway. This summer will be dedicated to learning all the fishing spots and secrets in the southern part of the province with emphasis on the Fishing Lakes(the Qu'appelle Valley chain) and of course Last Mountain Lake. A fishing licence by the way costs a measly thirty dollars and can be had at all Canadian Tire stores as well as a lot of gas stations and of course all tackle shops. A very petty investment indeed when you consider the cost of a fillet of walleye. Not only will the fish make delicious treats but after I have taken out the fillets the rest of the slimey creature can go to my chickens as well as to my garden. This fruit of the sea is supposedly one of the best fertilizers, especially for certain plants like corn and peppers. Bring on the bounty!

Three Sisters Gardening

I came across this on the ol' interwebs today. It is a Native American trick for companion planting beans, corn and squash. The squash shades the ground and keeps away animals because of the vines, the corn provides a vertical for the pole beans to grow up and the beans provide nitrogen for the squash and corn.

I will have to give this a try because other than my peppers and tomatoes, the three sisters are the only thing left that I have to plant.

Here is a how to link http://www.ehow.com/how_5094575_do-three-sisters-gardening.html

Rustic undertakings is currently listening to the Talking Heads

They have arrived

Like that title says. They have arrived, courtesy of a cat carrier, all the way from the flourishing metropolis of Ogema, Saskatchewan. Me and my associate Andrew drove out this afternoon to pick up the girls, stopping in briefly at Pangman Saskatchewan for some greasy mid afternoon breakfast. Pangman is a town of 260 individuals West of Weyburn. The diner served breakfast all day... which ruled. The breakfast however did not rule. The bacon was crispy, the hash browns uncooked and the eggs greasy. But it was still breakfast. Onto Ogema we went where we met with Anna, who has been involved with poultry her entire life and was very interested in our attempt to bring hens to the city.

So we put them in the kennel where they were very well mannered for the entire trip. The mannerisms stopped however when they were introduced to Wolfgang the cat. They became very agitated and noisy which was slightly unnerving because the neighbours are still unaware of what is going on and I would prefer to keep it that way. I am very interested to see how this pans out. I can not see it ending to terrible because if I have to get rid of them I can just eat them. But without further adieu, here are some pictures of the girls and the coop they will be enjoying.