The snow pack in the mountains has long since melted. Tributaries to the Scott River and the river itself are quickly drying up, if not already. Contrary to what environmental activist groups, such as the Klamath River Keepers, Klamath Forest Alliance and the Environmental Protection Information Center, are saying, the drop in surface flows in the Scott River Watershed is due to a depleted snow pack, not because ditches are “running full.” Our ditches have not run “full” since the April. Our only saving grace has been two major thunderstorms, or likely all of the tributaries and the river would be merely standing pools. This year happens to be very dry, our winter snow pack was under 50 percent of average. It was to be expected that surface water would be limited starting in July. In average years, the current levels of flow are not realized until late August and mid September.
Understanding the system and realizing that salmon fingerlings are at risk, several ranchers, in voluntarily and cooperatively took action to save tens of thousands of young salmonids. Read more…
On this National Day of the American Cowboy, I felt inclined to post my version of the “code.”
- Live by the Golden Rule.
- Practice tolerance and understanding of others.
- Be hospitable to strangers. Anyone who wanders in, including an enemy, is welcome at the dinner table.
- Do not inquire into a person’s past. Take the measure of a man for what he is today.
- Never pass anyone without saying “Howdy”.
- Never steal or trespass. Thieves and trespassers pay with their life.
- Defend yourself whenever necessary.
- Family ALWAYS comes first.
- Look out for your own. Read more…
Tonight was “dad’s night to cook.” We just picked up some fresh zucchini and yellow squash from the local farmer’s market last night (I stuffed and barbecued a big one last night for supper), had some hamburger thawed in the fridge, so I probed my memory and decided on a casserole.
The recipe is fairly simple, brown a couple of pounds of ground beef and set aside. Slice and sauté a couple large squash in olive oil, I use oil grown by my friend Irv Leen of Gold Rush Farms, and set aside. Mix thinly sliced mushrooms, a couple of cups of sour cream, a cube of melted butter and a roll of crushed Ritz crackers with the beef. Spread the beef evenly in the bottom of a 9 x 14 casserole dish. Spread the sautéed squash on top of the beef and then add a couple of cups of shredded cheese over the top. Place in the oven at 350 for about 20 minutes and supper is served!
While waiting the 20 minutes for the casserole to bake, I began to think about the past several weeks… I have been to Washington D.C. to meet with reporters and writers about the use of antibiotics in livestock, discussed organic and conventional production and grassfed vs grainfed beef…PEW held a discussion in Chicago on antibiotic use and superbugs…and Panera launched a campaign insinuating that farmers who use antibiotics are lazy. I recommend you take a look at a well written post by my friend Carrie Mess “Dear Panera Bread Company” and “Here’s What Panera had to say…”
Now you are probably asking yourself, what in the heck does this have to do a squash casserole?
Well, remember that ground beef I used, here is the back story.
We have started the hay season and time is limited for posting to my blog. However, an experience with my son last week meant the world to me and while sitting on a plane to Washington DC today, I took the time to share it. Yes, it is lengthy, but perhaps you too will find a value in my experience to carry into your own life.
Epiphanies come when you least expect them. Lately, my six-year-old son has provided me a plethora.
Last week I had a series of “challenging” days with my son, culminating with an ever so important “life moment.”
Ever since Kyle started going out with me on the ranch to “help,” I have made a concerted effort to teach him responsibility, a strong work ethic, to be creative and do things independently…traits I believe will serve him advantageously in the future. However, sometimes this newly discovered ‘independence’ has created some interesting situations. Read more…
I picked up my son today from my mom and dad’s.
We buckled up, I started the truck, backed up, turned around and pulled on to the road. There was a bit of conversation about his hike on the hill with grandma, their new puppy and a request to stop by the pond to see the turtles. We stopped, counted the turtles, seven, and then continued on our way…in silence…for about three minutes and fifteen seconds…when the “big question” was asked….
Son: “Daddy, how long will you be alive?”
Me: “I don’t know son…that’s up to the good Lord above to decide.”
[approximately 30 seconds of silence]
Son: “Daddy [beginning to cry] …. I don’t want you to die…. I want you to live forever….”
Me “Kyle, I love you, and hearing you say that means the world to me, but we can’t live forever. It’s not in our control. It’s all up to our Creator.
Son: “I’m going to pray that He lets you live until I die daddy.”
The conversation continued for the rest of the drive home, down the lane, out in the field and for a bit longer….
This was the first real “serious” conversation the two of us have had….and probably not the last.
It was a moment that I will treasure forever.
It was a moment that caused me to pause and contemplate.
I leave you to contemplate.