RE: [bolger] Re: Groundhog à la King
Hmmmm
. So, if I follow the reasoning, the successful trap becomes a
pre-baited lobster trap in accordance with the laws of the Commonwealth?
And are you hinting that groundhog makes indifferent lobster bait? (Does
anybody else find that world is increasingly circular? Im the guy that
suggesting feeding lobster to groundhogs; looks like I got it backwards as
usual .).
David not THAT one Romasco
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From: dnjost [mailto:djost@...]
Sent: Thursday, June 19, 2003 6:41 PM
To:bolger@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [bolger] Re: Groundhog à la King
If you would like, I can send you the trap and you can figure out for
yourself how to dispose of the critter. By the way...I have a
lobster bouy that could be sent with it too...and you could try the
lobstering on the St. Lawrence. It's not too good on the Charles
River, but it could have been the bait I was using.
David Jost ;-)
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pre-baited lobster trap in accordance with the laws of the Commonwealth?
And are you hinting that groundhog makes indifferent lobster bait? (Does
anybody else find that world is increasingly circular? Im the guy that
suggesting feeding lobster to groundhogs; looks like I got it backwards as
usual .).
David not THAT one Romasco
-----Original Message-----
From: dnjost [mailto:djost@...]
Sent: Thursday, June 19, 2003 6:41 PM
To:bolger@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [bolger] Re: Groundhog à la King
If you would like, I can send you the trap and you can figure out for
yourself how to dispose of the critter. By the way...I have a
lobster bouy that could be sent with it too...and you could try the
lobstering on the St. Lawrence. It's not too good on the Charles
River, but it could have been the bait I was using.
David Jost ;-)
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well Peter, finally something I know a thing or two about.
If you live in a residential neighborhood your options are few. My
neighbors objected to the use of small caliber firearms (how
unAmerican can one be?)and all efforts to eradicate the creature
through the use of incindiary devices proved to be futile. After
losing my crop of green beans, I finally gave in and got an idea.
Let's get rid of the creature through its own vices!
I borrowed (hmm...I still have this!) a Havahart trap and baited it
with green beans. The creature took the bait and befor you know it I
had one very large, well fed, trapped rodent on my hands. The next
problem was what to do next. It is against the law in Massachusetts
to transport and release woodchucks (aka groundhogs) to other areas
of the state. (Hmm...perhaps a good law enacted on the behalf of
farmers everywhere.)
If you would like, I can send you the trap and you can figure out for
yourself how to dispose of the critter. By the way...I have a
lobster bouy that could be sent with it too...and you could try the
lobstering on the St. Lawrence. It's not too good on the Charles
River, but it could have been the bait I was using.
Oh yeah...this is the Bolger boats group.
I have used my Diablo for local lobstering. It didn't work too well.
David Jost ;-)
If you live in a residential neighborhood your options are few. My
neighbors objected to the use of small caliber firearms (how
unAmerican can one be?)and all efforts to eradicate the creature
through the use of incindiary devices proved to be futile. After
losing my crop of green beans, I finally gave in and got an idea.
Let's get rid of the creature through its own vices!
I borrowed (hmm...I still have this!) a Havahart trap and baited it
with green beans. The creature took the bait and befor you know it I
had one very large, well fed, trapped rodent on my hands. The next
problem was what to do next. It is against the law in Massachusetts
to transport and release woodchucks (aka groundhogs) to other areas
of the state. (Hmm...perhaps a good law enacted on the behalf of
farmers everywhere.)
If you would like, I can send you the trap and you can figure out for
yourself how to dispose of the critter. By the way...I have a
lobster bouy that could be sent with it too...and you could try the
lobstering on the St. Lawrence. It's not too good on the Charles
River, but it could have been the bait I was using.
Oh yeah...this is the Bolger boats group.
I have used my Diablo for local lobstering. It didn't work too well.
David Jost ;-)
Perhaps if groundhogs were fed lobster instead.....
-----Original Message-----
From: pvanderwaart [mailto:pvanderw@...]
Sent: Wednesday, June 18, 2003 3:28 PM
To:bolger@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [bolger] Re: Groundhog à la King
Peter,
Of course, I don't know if the droppings you found were from the
groundhog, or from a rabbit as you first thought. But I will pass on
the observation that rabbit droppings are first class fertilizer for
the garden.
It works best if the rabbits are domestic and caged, since the wild
ones tend to think they have the right to feed on what they
fertilized.
My grandfather asked why the lobster which feeds on dregs on the
bottom of the sea tastes so good, while the groundhog that eats the
best vegetables fron the garden tastes so bad.
Peter V. (just trying to be helpful....)
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-----Original Message-----
From: pvanderwaart [mailto:pvanderw@...]
Sent: Wednesday, June 18, 2003 3:28 PM
To:bolger@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [bolger] Re: Groundhog à la King
Peter,
Of course, I don't know if the droppings you found were from the
groundhog, or from a rabbit as you first thought. But I will pass on
the observation that rabbit droppings are first class fertilizer for
the garden.
It works best if the rabbits are domestic and caged, since the wild
ones tend to think they have the right to feed on what they
fertilized.
My grandfather asked why the lobster which feeds on dregs on the
bottom of the sea tastes so good, while the groundhog that eats the
best vegetables fron the garden tastes so bad.
Peter V. (just trying to be helpful....)
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Peter,
Of course, I don't know if the droppings you found were from the
groundhog, or from a rabbit as you first thought. But I will pass on
the observation that rabbit droppings are first class fertilizer for
the garden.
It works best if the rabbits are domestic and caged, since the wild
ones tend to think they have the right to feed on what they
fertilized.
My grandfather asked why the lobster which feeds on dregs on the
bottom of the sea tastes so good, while the groundhog that eats the
best vegetables fron the garden tastes so bad.
Peter V. (just trying to be helpful....)
Of course, I don't know if the droppings you found were from the
groundhog, or from a rabbit as you first thought. But I will pass on
the observation that rabbit droppings are first class fertilizer for
the garden.
It works best if the rabbits are domestic and caged, since the wild
ones tend to think they have the right to feed on what they
fertilized.
My grandfather asked why the lobster which feeds on dregs on the
bottom of the sea tastes so good, while the groundhog that eats the
best vegetables fron the garden tastes so bad.
Peter V. (just trying to be helpful....)
--- Inbolger@yahoogroups.com, "David Romasco" <dromasco@g...> wrote:
Judging by the lightening fast glimpse I caught of this
critter,that dirt and dust encrusted face of his hasn't seen the
light of day in many many moons.The only thing I would like his face
to see is A) the frying pan or B) a high velocity piece of lead
headed right for it.
Epoxy is way too rich for the "marmotte
d'Amérique"......again,lead is about his speed.
Sincerely,
Peter Lenihan,amazed at the on going change in the shape of my skull
and regretting not taking a evening course in phrenology so to
discover what this "new" bump reflects in my
personality................
> Peter, this is important: did he see his shadow, or not? As toremoval,
> you might try to nurture an epoxy allergy (in the cochon de terre,that
> is....)David,
>
> David "Inquiring Mind" Romasco
>
Judging by the lightening fast glimpse I caught of this
critter,that dirt and dust encrusted face of his hasn't seen the
light of day in many many moons.The only thing I would like his face
to see is A) the frying pan or B) a high velocity piece of lead
headed right for it.
Epoxy is way too rich for the "marmotte
d'Amérique"......again,lead is about his speed.
Sincerely,
Peter Lenihan,amazed at the on going change in the shape of my skull
and regretting not taking a evening course in phrenology so to
discover what this "new" bump reflects in my
personality................
Peter, this is important: did he see his shadow, or not? As to removal,
you might try to nurture an epoxy allergy (in the cochon de terre, that
is....)
David "Inquiring Mind" Romasco
-----Original Message-----
From: Peter Lenihan [mailto:ellengaest@...]
Sent: Wednesday, June 18, 2003 1:29 PM
To:bolger@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [bolger] Groundhog à la King
Bolgerados,
After a rip-roaring time at the nuthouse last night,I headed out
to WINDERMERE with the hope of clearing away and tidying up
underneath my jig.(notice I didn't use the word"bottom".....else
Bruce get the wrong idea ). In the course of removing the remaining
fore and aft furring strips from over the station molds ( a trick in
itself since I have a scant 4 inches between the molds and the
inverted hull),I thought I heard some rustling going on beneath my
stored bulkheads. Taking a minute to hear if the sound re-occurs,all
I could hear was the distant rumble of some freighter headed toward
the locks. Back to hacking away the furring strips when, again, came
this nervous rustling sound from beneath the bulkheads. Confident
that I have yet to lose my last two marbles entirely, I leaned down
low to take a peek under the bulheads. What happened next may read
like a lifetime but took about as much time as typing the
letter "S",for just as my head came to rest on the dusty gravel and
my eyes peered into the shady darkness, a dirty dark brown head
appeared with black wet eyes about two feet from my face!
Instantly,and I do mean very quickly,"we" both responded with shocked
fright.My hammer went East and the Visegrip went West and my head
launched itself North as my legs suddenly had a strong desire to
stand.Unfortunately for me,North arrives at exactly 4' 6" and I
learnt that my head is not as hard as some say it is.The blow from
the the inverted hull almost had me hearing angels were it not for my
lyrical fortissimo recitation of some mighty fine French cuss words
as I scrambled like a scared monkey from out underneath the building
jig.Once safely out in the open and checking behind me that this
beast wasn't hot on my trail I quickly stopped running.The six pairs
of questioning eyes directed toward me all seemed to ask the same
question," Isn't it a wee bit early for that kind of foolishness
Lenihan?" With un-accustomed jocularity, I attempted to explain to my
fellow boat owners/yard neighbors that it was nothing,honest,just a
groundhog! With one trembling hand pointing sheepishly back toward
the building jig and the other rubbing my achin' noggin' I realised
that about the only thing that little beady eyed brown bastard did
was go"phissst" and spin around in a retreating hail of small dusty
gravel.
As everyone went back to their business,with nodding heads, I
went back and tried to peek again underneath the bulkheads.This
time,however,from the safe distance of about 10 feet and from outside
the jig.Much to my dismay,I could see absolutely nothing but clear
through to the other end of the building jig.The rodent has a home in
the ground,righ under my bulheads.
So.........anyone have a remedy for this? A recipe perhaps?
HELP!
Sincerely,
Peter Lenihan,who thought he spied rabbit droppings in May but now
must confess that I clearly don't know shit about rabbits,only
groundhog stuff,from along the banks of the St.Lawrence
Seaway......
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you might try to nurture an epoxy allergy (in the cochon de terre, that
is....)
David "Inquiring Mind" Romasco
-----Original Message-----
From: Peter Lenihan [mailto:ellengaest@...]
Sent: Wednesday, June 18, 2003 1:29 PM
To:bolger@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [bolger] Groundhog à la King
Bolgerados,
After a rip-roaring time at the nuthouse last night,I headed out
to WINDERMERE with the hope of clearing away and tidying up
underneath my jig.(notice I didn't use the word"bottom".....else
Bruce get the wrong idea ). In the course of removing the remaining
fore and aft furring strips from over the station molds ( a trick in
itself since I have a scant 4 inches between the molds and the
inverted hull),I thought I heard some rustling going on beneath my
stored bulkheads. Taking a minute to hear if the sound re-occurs,all
I could hear was the distant rumble of some freighter headed toward
the locks. Back to hacking away the furring strips when, again, came
this nervous rustling sound from beneath the bulkheads. Confident
that I have yet to lose my last two marbles entirely, I leaned down
low to take a peek under the bulheads. What happened next may read
like a lifetime but took about as much time as typing the
letter "S",for just as my head came to rest on the dusty gravel and
my eyes peered into the shady darkness, a dirty dark brown head
appeared with black wet eyes about two feet from my face!
Instantly,and I do mean very quickly,"we" both responded with shocked
fright.My hammer went East and the Visegrip went West and my head
launched itself North as my legs suddenly had a strong desire to
stand.Unfortunately for me,North arrives at exactly 4' 6" and I
learnt that my head is not as hard as some say it is.The blow from
the the inverted hull almost had me hearing angels were it not for my
lyrical fortissimo recitation of some mighty fine French cuss words
as I scrambled like a scared monkey from out underneath the building
jig.Once safely out in the open and checking behind me that this
beast wasn't hot on my trail I quickly stopped running.The six pairs
of questioning eyes directed toward me all seemed to ask the same
question," Isn't it a wee bit early for that kind of foolishness
Lenihan?" With un-accustomed jocularity, I attempted to explain to my
fellow boat owners/yard neighbors that it was nothing,honest,just a
groundhog! With one trembling hand pointing sheepishly back toward
the building jig and the other rubbing my achin' noggin' I realised
that about the only thing that little beady eyed brown bastard did
was go"phissst" and spin around in a retreating hail of small dusty
gravel.
As everyone went back to their business,with nodding heads, I
went back and tried to peek again underneath the bulkheads.This
time,however,from the safe distance of about 10 feet and from outside
the jig.Much to my dismay,I could see absolutely nothing but clear
through to the other end of the building jig.The rodent has a home in
the ground,righ under my bulheads.
So.........anyone have a remedy for this? A recipe perhaps?
HELP!
Sincerely,
Peter Lenihan,who thought he spied rabbit droppings in May but now
must confess that I clearly don't know shit about rabbits,only
groundhog stuff,from along the banks of the St.Lawrence
Seaway......
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
Bolgerados,
After a rip-roaring time at the nuthouse last night,I headed out
to WINDERMERE with the hope of clearing away and tidying up
underneath my jig.(notice I didn't use the word"bottom".....else
Bruce get the wrong idea ). In the course of removing the remaining
fore and aft furring strips from over the station molds ( a trick in
itself since I have a scant 4 inches between the molds and the
inverted hull),I thought I heard some rustling going on beneath my
stored bulkheads. Taking a minute to hear if the sound re-occurs,all
I could hear was the distant rumble of some freighter headed toward
the locks. Back to hacking away the furring strips when, again, came
this nervous rustling sound from beneath the bulkheads. Confident
that I have yet to lose my last two marbles entirely, I leaned down
low to take a peek under the bulheads. What happened next may read
like a lifetime but took about as much time as typing the
letter "S",for just as my head came to rest on the dusty gravel and
my eyes peered into the shady darkness, a dirty dark brown head
appeared with black wet eyes about two feet from my face!
Instantly,and I do mean very quickly,"we" both responded with shocked
fright.My hammer went East and the Visegrip went West and my head
launched itself North as my legs suddenly had a strong desire to
stand.Unfortunately for me,North arrives at exactly 4' 6" and I
learnt that my head is not as hard as some say it is.The blow from
the the inverted hull almost had me hearing angels were it not for my
lyrical fortissimo recitation of some mighty fine French cuss words
as I scrambled like a scared monkey from out underneath the building
jig.Once safely out in the open and checking behind me that this
beast wasn't hot on my trail I quickly stopped running.The six pairs
of questioning eyes directed toward me all seemed to ask the same
question," Isn't it a wee bit early for that kind of foolishness
Lenihan?" With un-accustomed jocularity, I attempted to explain to my
fellow boat owners/yard neighbors that it was nothing,honest,just a
groundhog! With one trembling hand pointing sheepishly back toward
the building jig and the other rubbing my achin' noggin' I realised
that about the only thing that little beady eyed brown bastard did
was go"phissst" and spin around in a retreating hail of small dusty
gravel.
As everyone went back to their business,with nodding heads, I
went back and tried to peek again underneath the bulkheads.This
time,however,from the safe distance of about 10 feet and from outside
the jig.Much to my dismay,I could see absolutely nothing but clear
through to the other end of the building jig.The rodent has a home in
the ground,righ under my bulheads.
So.........anyone have a remedy for this? A recipe perhaps?
HELP!
Sincerely,
Peter Lenihan,who thought he spied rabbit droppings in May but now
must confess that I clearly don't know shit about rabbits,only
groundhog stuff,from along the banks of the St.Lawrence
Seaway......
After a rip-roaring time at the nuthouse last night,I headed out
to WINDERMERE with the hope of clearing away and tidying up
underneath my jig.(notice I didn't use the word"bottom".....else
Bruce get the wrong idea ). In the course of removing the remaining
fore and aft furring strips from over the station molds ( a trick in
itself since I have a scant 4 inches between the molds and the
inverted hull),I thought I heard some rustling going on beneath my
stored bulkheads. Taking a minute to hear if the sound re-occurs,all
I could hear was the distant rumble of some freighter headed toward
the locks. Back to hacking away the furring strips when, again, came
this nervous rustling sound from beneath the bulkheads. Confident
that I have yet to lose my last two marbles entirely, I leaned down
low to take a peek under the bulheads. What happened next may read
like a lifetime but took about as much time as typing the
letter "S",for just as my head came to rest on the dusty gravel and
my eyes peered into the shady darkness, a dirty dark brown head
appeared with black wet eyes about two feet from my face!
Instantly,and I do mean very quickly,"we" both responded with shocked
fright.My hammer went East and the Visegrip went West and my head
launched itself North as my legs suddenly had a strong desire to
stand.Unfortunately for me,North arrives at exactly 4' 6" and I
learnt that my head is not as hard as some say it is.The blow from
the the inverted hull almost had me hearing angels were it not for my
lyrical fortissimo recitation of some mighty fine French cuss words
as I scrambled like a scared monkey from out underneath the building
jig.Once safely out in the open and checking behind me that this
beast wasn't hot on my trail I quickly stopped running.The six pairs
of questioning eyes directed toward me all seemed to ask the same
question," Isn't it a wee bit early for that kind of foolishness
Lenihan?" With un-accustomed jocularity, I attempted to explain to my
fellow boat owners/yard neighbors that it was nothing,honest,just a
groundhog! With one trembling hand pointing sheepishly back toward
the building jig and the other rubbing my achin' noggin' I realised
that about the only thing that little beady eyed brown bastard did
was go"phissst" and spin around in a retreating hail of small dusty
gravel.
As everyone went back to their business,with nodding heads, I
went back and tried to peek again underneath the bulkheads.This
time,however,from the safe distance of about 10 feet and from outside
the jig.Much to my dismay,I could see absolutely nothing but clear
through to the other end of the building jig.The rodent has a home in
the ground,righ under my bulheads.
So.........anyone have a remedy for this? A recipe perhaps?
HELP!
Sincerely,
Peter Lenihan,who thought he spied rabbit droppings in May but now
must confess that I clearly don't know shit about rabbits,only
groundhog stuff,from along the banks of the St.Lawrence
Seaway......