Imagine a hundred acres of this stuff roughly four feet tall and thicker than hair on a dog's back. There is an excellent reason why it is officially a noxious weed across the state. https://www.asi.k-state.edu/doc/forage/fora44.pdf The danged stuff will choke out every other living plant.
Add in a late night shower followed by pea soup fog until about 9:00 a.m. when you arrive onsite. Step into that junk and you are soaked to the skin in 3.2 seconds or less. More than waist high. Add in attempting to cross a quarter mile of this in a field that you have never seen with an 86 year-old client who appears to be in better shape than you are.
The goal was to find the final resting places of two of his relatives while being accompanying by his nephew who had consumed far too much maryjewwanna during his 20 years of drumming for a heavy metal band. The "conversation" alone was quite an experience. Miraculously we did finally find the graves where no one would ever go looking for them nearly dead-center (pun intended) in a quarter section tract. The next step was to ascertain how we would ever find our way back without the nephew (nopey, nopey, once was plenty). Then came the discussion on precisely where to lay out the tract that would forever be severed from the remainder of the tract and an access road be constructed so future generations could visit this idyllic spot to reflect and commune with their ancestors.
The return trip to the 4WD pickup was even worse than the journey to the grave site. Going through the trees meant walking very stooped over for long periods of time while accumulating 8000 spider webs. Going through the sericia lespedeza was cleaner but similar to walking in deep sand but you can't see what you are about to put your foot onto or into with every step. Once back to the truck it was time to attempt to take it via a different route and gather up the other three smart people we had left at the grave site (all were on their knees praying to some deity for our arrival). Why we weren't directed to make our approach via that route to start with is beyond me.
We will be back with a four-wheeler loaded with both GPS and total station gear. Just lugging the gear the last 400 feet over two fences will be bad enough. Finding the fences in the sericia lespedeza is a challenge all by itself. Have no interest in taking a nose dive with expensive gear. We will probably get back on the same day the far outer reaches of Harvey's precipitation contribution will reach us.
I love my job. I love my job. I love my job. I love my job. I love my job..........................................................................................
Edit: Forgot to add...................this would be much tougher in Texas on a dry day.
Slight hijack... I remember that stuff being on the list to plant for erosion control. We would put the chart on the plan. I hate that stuff almost as much as I hate kudzu
Me. "What's the difference?"
T.C. Carroll "It's the difference between right and wrong!"
I may have to drive by in the dead of winter sometime and toss out a lit cigar.:p:p:p
I thought you were talking about this weed which made for a pretty scary story for farmers
http://www.reuters.com/article/us-usa-grains-weeds-idUSKBN1772HQ
I can remember having to bale hay for a guy that grew some form of vica (vetch).
While beautiful with flowers and all, forget walking thru this stuff as it was totally grown together net.
It was a must to use a "mower-conditioner".
A mower conditioner cuts a few inches above ground and it goes thru a chute into textured rollers that squeeze and chop it into bailable material that is blown out and guided by wings into uniform windrow that a bailer can pickup and either round bale or square bale.
My allergy sensors get extra tingly around stuff like that.
A Harris, post: 443801, member: 81 wrote: I can remember having to bale hay for a guy that grew some form of vica (vetch).
While beautiful with flowers and all, forget walking thru this stuff as it was totally grown together net.
It was a must to use a "mower-conditioner".
A mower conditioner cuts a few inches above ground and it goes thru a chute into textured rollers that squeeze and chop it into bailable material that is blown out and guided by wings into uniform windrow that a bailer can pickup and either round bale or square bale.
My allergy sensors get extra tingly around stuff like that.
My nick-name for vetch is "tangle foot". You're gonna fall down at least once walking through it.
