It’s really tough to break a bush hog blade, but somehow, we managed. A reminder why we named this place Flyrock. We found out that it’s even tougher to change a bush hog blade. Finally, the high side is bush hogged. It’s cut too high, we’ve dug up rocks, left piles of them and holes where we dug them from.
There’s still plenty of work to do on the upper fourteen, but we made it through the whole thing once, which is more than we accomplished up there last summer. I’m told it will get easier each time we mow (this from the guy who told me there was “Zero Percent Chance” of me getting wet). Well, we’ll see, but I’m not counting on it.
My husband and daughter spent a day, a couple of weekends ago, working on the shelf while I escaped to Chicago. We’ve decided the shelf may be the best spot for getting in the water to swim, so they started cleaning it up by trimming trees and clearing brush. That evening they each caught a fish, my daughter made fish tacos, they camped out overnight and got rained on. I shopped, ate in good restaurants and slept in a very nice (and dry) hotel.
The old pipe gate on the quarry side is too heavy and hard to deal with — kinda sounds like me. So, we hung a livestock gate that’s lighter and easy to deal with. The sad thing is that we’re now shutting and locking both gates. Crazy, right?
Here in our little corner of the midwest, I think 99% of the people are basically good, fair and honest. Yet, it seems that everyone has a line that they draw where they can justify doing something that others would think was wrong. But, they’re justified because; “These people are outsiders and they don’t deserve this and I’ve been fishing here my whole life, so they’re not going to keep me off of this property. I’m a good ol’ boy, but this SOB puts signs up saying I can’t hunt or fish or swim here. Well, I’ll show him, I’ll just tear those signs down.” Or, “No one lives here, so let’s just throw our old TV in the ditch, and then we can target practice and shoot the smithereens out of it.” Or, “Oh, look, they’ve built steps down to the water. I’m not supposed to be in here, but since they’ve made it so nice and easy, I’ll just use these steps and fish and leave my box of bait for them to clean up.”
Sad to say, but internet forums are filled with property owners discussing how to keep people from trespassing and vandalizing property. Chains, locks, trail cams, tire spikes, and of course guns and signs threatening to shoot trespassers. It seems if you leave it too easy, trespassers enter without thinking twice. Make it too hard, they feel challenged and will bring bolt cutters and torches and whatever else they need to open any chain or gate. It’s disgusting. Maybe if they would work that hard at a real job, they could afford their own property and then they could worry about keeping vandals out. I don’t understand and I can’t imagine what is going through somebody’s mind when they trash and vandalize someone else’s property. I’ll bet you anything the vandal would be spouting off like the tough guy he thinks he is, about wanting to shoot someone if they did the same thing to his property — dumped a TV in his yard, tore down signs, left gutted fish or deer in front of his yard. But they don’t understand the golden rule and empathy and ownership laws and liabilities. So, until we’re living at Flyrock, we’ll continue to keep both gates closed and locked. And we’ll continue to take our stuff back and forth to the neighbors until we have a secure way to keep it there.
Which brings me to the news that we’ve decided to get a shipping container. Seems like it’s the best choice for locking things up. Besides hanging “no trespassing” signs and painting posts purple, working on a site for the container is what we’ve been doing most recently. My husband has been overthinking it (because that’s what he does); where’s the site for it going to be, how is it going to set on the site, what size should we get, do we want electricity run to it. And me? Well, I’m just concerned with what color we’re going to paint it.