Open Season

It is open season in my back yard. Last year's garden pretty much sucked. First, I had never used a tiller before, and that damn thing drug my ass all over the yard. Second, I didn't get the soil broke up good enough for anything to take root...except weeds.

We all call that area the North 40. It's like a mini-pasture and we could bale whatever it is that grows down there. It's like grass, but it's not. It's thick and holds moisture forever so that the best time to mow it is right after your second beer has hit ya in the evening and you don't feel like mowing the grass.

Besides that, it is the yard that is next to the neighbor's house, and every time I'd go out to fuck around in my garden, the neighbor would always be in his driveway walking up and down. Not what you want, when you're trying for a little peace and quiet in the back yard and a little solitude. It's not like he ever bothered me or anything, but that was when I was trying to get away from people..all of them.

The other time I tried to have a garden was years ago, and we put it in the side yard at the other end of the house...again with a neighbor on the other side..and I'd go out there to fuck around in my garden and she'd let her little yippy assed dogs out so they'd run up to the fence and yip, yip, yip. God, I wanted to kill those dogs.

This year..I did it a little different. I started seedlings, first of all, but I screwed up and the damn corn got root bound. I planted it anyway, so now I'm going to get baby corn. Ha! The tomatoes, I put next to my giant fig tree. They are doing FANTASTIC! They are about 4 feet tall, and I'm going to get some nice tomatoes.

Maybe.

I went out the other morning, and something..and I'm going to guess it was a deer, had took the top off of one of them.

Bastards.

I thought they were going to mess with the stuff I had in back, because we've seen them bed down there once or twice, but they walked right in the front yard to get these tomatoes.

Can't kill them with a pellet gun. Sigh. Even if you could, I'm a terrible shot. Scared the crap out of a rabbit a while ago, though.

Do you know how hard it was to dig that hole so I could plant my garden? Not as hard as tilling, but still, I was cussing and thought I was gonna die..or praying I would die...it was hard assed work. And some damn animal is going to come along and reap the rewards of all my hard work?

I don't think so.

I have some hellacious venison recipes, and I have no qualms at all about killing Bambi. Bastards are bad pains in the ass.

Venison stew, anyone?

*Edit: It was a big fat caterpillar. And I almost touched it before I realized what it was. EEEWWWW! It was HUGE! I sure hope it didn't have babies.