Tonight we have a “super moon.” It will also be a blood moon, which I have written about here before.
I believe the moon has a profound effect on human behavior.
This is not a personal revelation. Pink Floyd knew it — they themed one of the greatest musical albums after it. My friend Felipe knows it — he chose it as a kind of underlying theme for his most excellent blog from Mexico (The Unseen Moon). The ancients knew it. No coincidence that we get our words “lunacy” and “lunatic” from the same root as lunar.
As for me, I feel sort of peculiar today. “Sorry” is how it used to be termed in Southern lingo. That’s not as in remorseful, but rather shiftless and lazy: “He’s too sorry to hit a lick at a snake.”
I blame the moon. It’s the best I can do today.
Tonight I may sit on the porch and listen to “Dark Side of the Moon” while I gaze at the night sky. But then again, that would require that I get up off the couch and go outside. So, maybe not.
Tomorrow I’ll try to break the spell.
It’s planting time for hunting season.
Actually, it is getting a little late. Archery season for whitetail deer is only two weeks away and the guns come out in late November. But we have experienced a “spot drought” in Alabama this year. Some spots have had plenty or rain, while others (sometimes only a few miles away) have had very little. Many landowners are still waiting on a good rain to get seed in the ground.
I am one of the late planters. The farm is dry and the fields are dusty.
Green fields are planted by hunters in hopes of attracting and supporting healthy wild game — primarily deer in Alabama.
My professional opinion as a resource manager (my day job) is that “food plots” are over-rated by hunters. Deer are browsers (like goats) and not grazers (like cows). They will nibble on green field winter wheat and clover when native foods are in short supply, but they prefer acorns, sumac, honeysuckle, and dogwood berries.
But like the others, I will plant a few spots if it rains this weekend. I might have three acres total scattered around the farm. I do this mostly for aesthetics — more art than science. I like the contrast of green grass against a gray winter landscape.
The photo above is from a friend’s property. He has 30 acres of bottom land that he is in the process of planting ahead of this weekend’s predicted rain. Cost: $3,000 in seed and fertilizer. I’d guess another $1,000 in time and diesel fuel.
The moral of this little story is this: if anyone ever offers you any free venison, take it. It probably costs someone about $300 per pound to produce.
Makes a nice filet seem a lot cheaper, doesn’t it?