The Battle of the Fleas

We here at the East Alabama Rabbit Hunters & Souse Eaters Social Club have had an ongoing fight to the scratches with a flea infestation in the Rabbit Journal’s Pack. In my attempts to kill the fleas, I’m surprised I haven’t killed half the pack

In the earliest chemical warfare battles, I deployed Pet Armour Plus purchased from Amazon. The active ingredients are Fipronil and (S)-methoprene..  The results were amazing. It was like I put a dab of water on each dog.

Next I sprayed the pens and bedding with a combination of  Permethrin and a IGA regulator to prevent the eggs from hatching along a dose of Capstar followed by Pet Armor Plus purchased from Wally World a week later. Pretty much the same results. The fleas were gone off the dogs for a couple of days and then they were back

Next up will be a combination of spraying plus Comfortis

Well, that was pretty embarassing

Especially with a witness.

I went to the barn this morning to tend to the animals and a friend, Ricky was already there. He told me to look at the end of the run through the  barn. There set a big buck rabbit!

I walked to the end of the run and the rabbit took off towards the dog pens stopping only about 10 yards from the legendary Rabbit Journal Pack. I casually walked to the pens and through the gates open.

The rabbit headed south and dove through a section of hog wire. The dogs took off north celebrating being out of the pen without a thought as to the rabbit

I ended up walking the dogs all around where the rabbit had run and they acted like their smellers were broke. I could tell that Ricky was a little embarrassed for me especially with all my bragging about how great the dogs had done last season

 

The Cup

the cupPeople become attached to some strange things. These items mean the world to us. We become upset if they become missing or are by our definition, misused. The item might be an old pocket watch that loses time in an age where time can be accurate to the nano second in a cell phone. Or it could be a pocket knife that has been sharpened and resharpened to the point that there is a pronounced bow in the blade. I’m talking about myself, of course. But I’m willing to bet you have things like that yourself. These items give comfort, a familiarity that bring back memories. Some of these memories might be a little painful such a my knife post, “Careful! He’s armed”

One of my favorite items that will have no meaning to anyone when I pass from this land of the mortals is a coffee cup that I’m sipping my fresh ground Colombian bean from this morning. Oh, I have a cabinet full of coffee cups. Themed to holidays, everyday use, giant mugs, and travel mugs, I invariably reach for that humble brown cup. Coffee though is not the only beverage that the cup has contained. Over the years it has held everything from water to mushroom tea to soft drinks to almost every type of alcohol known to man. In other words, almost every drinkable liquid known to man. And some that shouldn’t be drank by man or beast.

The cup is made from a brown material that you don’t dare put in a microwave. I saw a similar cup that had been microwaved. The results looked much like a piece of particle board that had been soaked in water.

And I don’t trust the dishwasher. Oh, the cup has been handwashed which by my definition is rinsed out and turned over on some handy, mostly clean, surface. Washing it that way, the character of the cup and the subtle flavor imparted by the myriad layers of previous liquids that have dried on the inside isn’t compromised. Since it hasn’t be scrubbed clean, some future scientist could test the layers and see exactly what I was up to by analyzing layers like they are rings of a tree.

An astute observer would know I was right handed by the stain on outside rim. They would surmise that I had some tangential relation to the military by the stamped “U.S.” on the outside bottom of the cup

I acquired The Cup as a young man who still didn’t need to shave but twice a week. The Army, however, in its infinite wisdom insisted I shave daily. I followed orders and at least twice a week made sure I had a blade in the double sided razor. This example of Army wisdom was the same that dictated that I, a young man raised in the woods, swamps and rivers of a hot and humid south should not be sent to Vietnam but instead assigned to Northern Italy where I provided communications for a Sargent missile battalion in the Italian Alps. At this time we had no cell towers, no infinite fiber optics and no satellites for communications. We were somewhat limited in the fact the Earth was round and radio signals traveled in straight lines. Bouncing radio signals off the ionosphere to compensate or relay them from radio to radio to radio was our only method to communicate.

But I digress. Leaving the mess hall at Fort Knox where I was in AIT, I carried out my coffee without the Mess Sargent seeing. The Cup has been with me ever since except for brief periods that inspired irrational behavior

Shortly after GF (GirlFriend as opposed to lower case casual for the moment gf) the Cup became missing. GF says it was one of the few times that she had considered ending our relationship The irrational searches, the accusatory looks, the moaning, and heavy sighs severely stressed her commitment to being GF and brought about a longing for her old gf status. Fortunately for her, the Cup was found in the livewell of a old johnboat I was working on a week later. There was mold growing on the remaining coffee but a through rinsing restored it to it’s former glory.

What is your cup?

Man, does time fly

Just finishing notifying insurance and such that I have been approved for medicare starting in October. If I thought this post some 13 years ago was rough, Seeing a medicare card with my name is a real downer. Makes me wish I was still “The Kid”

And it is time for the 2017-2018 rabbit season to start. It is hard to believe that I have been writing, more or less, for 17 years now

Which brings up another hard subject. This might be my last year writing about rabbit hunting,  Beagles  and my brand of nonsense. Well, at least the rabbits and beagles.

Kara (GF) and I are looking at starting a new adventure that will take us out of our comfort zone for at least 2 years. That means I will be selling off the dogs (since none of the usual gang of idiots are willing), cows, and selling Rabbit Run. The Rabbit Journal archives will still be here and I will still be writing with my usual brand of humor. Hopefully ThinWater and the rest will keep me up on the happenings of the 2018-2019 season and beyond

Better Late than Never

is the theme for the 2016-2017 rabbit hunting posts.

Penny Sue stayed home for today’s rabbit hunt. Penny Sue is technically Brag’s dog, but she doesn’t believe that at all. The standing thought is if I disappear in the woods, just follow Penny. She’ll lead you straight to me.
Here lately she has decided that her main job is to protect me from any charging homicidal rabbits by maintaining a position some 20 yards from me between the dogs that are running the rabbit. Read More

Lucy “the nose” Lu

has passed at the tender age of 11.

She was a goodun. The best rabbit dog in these parts. Wouldn’t run nothing but a rabbit, why everybody says so.

Enough of the bs. She was a goodun, but she did have her flaws such as refusing to come in until she was good and ready.

She ran her first rabbit by herself at the age of 12 weeks and turned into the best “water” dog around. She would have been a champion except for those short legs. She born with a nose that can smell where the rabbit is thinking about going tomorrow, yesterday and legs so short they would embarrass a basset hound. Not only was she slow a foot, she tended to announce “the rabbit stepped here four hours ago, then here, then here then here,……..” Still, she was such a pretty puppy

Rest now girl until I catch up

Nothing to do with Rabbit hunting, but

this was written when I still maintained a state political blog

Widgets USA

A wholly owned subsidiary of redneckin enterprises

I’m thinking of opening a widget factory to manufacture good, honest, made in the USA widgets if the tech worker plan goes through. Since it’s easier to get government contracts if widgets are made domestically, I’ll approach some relatively poor county or  city and offer to bring my widget production plant there….if they give me some incentives and tax breaks at taxpayer expense.

I know that widget makers in the USA make $20 an hour. When it’s time to hire my widget makers, I’ll trot down to the state employment office
and tell them how many widget makers I need and that I’m willing to pay  them $12 an hour. Very few domestic widget makers that meet my
qualifications will be willing to work for $12 an hour (they might not now but they will ), so I contact Friendly Freddies International House
of Workers and tell him how many widget makers I need and how much I’ll pay. Freddie lines up widget makers in foreign countries, who are
trained or can be trained to make my widgets and are willing to spend up to 6 years living in the US working for $12 an hour. All the while dreaming of getting their green card or at least give birth before having to leave.

Cool huh? The Republicans business friends get their cheap labor, needed since there is a limit to productivity increases, Democrats get what
they perceive as potential new Democrat voters to lead us on to some “Progressive™” utopia and we, the Citizens, get screwed having to compete against cheap foreign labor in our own country.