Lancaster farming. (Lancaster, Pa., etc.) 1955-current, October 14, 1989, Image 44

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    84-Lancaster Farming, Saturday, October 14,1989
On being
a farm
rtw
Joyce Bnpp iHM
-And other
hazards
Ahhhh, glorious October! My
favorite month of the year.
Month of brisk breezes and
bright leaves. Month of crisp,
clear, moonlit nights and frosty
mornings sparkling the meadow
with icy sprinkles. Gone is the
heat, the humidity, buzzing mos
quitos and hordes of flies (well,
most of ’em, anyway.)
Harvesting of com and beans,
and planting of spring grain crops.
Collegiate Look
(Continued from Pag* B 2)
her ten-year-old mistress sported
beautiful bead work from Africa.
The spectators picked Griffin out
as a favorite early in the competi
tion and there was a lot of cheer
ing when she was selected as the
winner.
Griffin, a fourth grader at
Whitehouse School, shares own
ership of the Tunis with her sister
Carmen. She also owns and exhi
bits Romneys and has received
champion ram and ewe honors at
state and county shows in Hunter
ton, NJ. Griffin, who lives in
Whitehouse Township in New
Jersey, also studies violin.
Rachel Lawrence, White Hall,
Md., placed second with her year
ling ewe. Hopeful. Lawrence
bought the animal at KILE last
year. Lawrence was wearing a teal
100% wool flannel suit that she
made herself.
The third-place award went to a
dapper 12-year-old, Patrick
keeps the fieldwork pressure
steady. Still, I begin to sense
subtle hints of another urge, a
primeval draw with roots way
back to man’s beginnings.
Mealtime convention is pep
pered with references to licenses,
season openings', clay birds,
shells, compound bow weights.
Our youngest affirms that, yes, a
camo-colored thermal sweatshirt
would indeed be a timely addition
Zagrodnichek of Clarksburg.
Wearing a rich looking suit of
100% wool made by family friend
Janet Irwin, Zagrodnichek
appeared to be one of the most
confident contestants in the junior
division. A seventh grade honors
student, Patrick has been a mem
ber of the 4-H for five years and
has exhibited dairy animals and
market lambs. He led a South
down sheep owned by Tim
Bishop.
Results are as follows:
Senior Division
1. Jane Endslow, 2. Susan
Wise, 3. Stacy Suffel, 4. Susan
Mawhinney, 5. Arlisa Snavely, 6.
Rachel Hixenbaugh, 7. Amy
Musser, 8. Karen Mullen, 9. Amy
Eshleman, 10. Donna MacCauley.
Junior Division
1. Jaeme Lee Griffin, 2. Rachel
Laurence, Patrick Zagrodnichek,
4. Christine Baxter, 5. Carly Kel
ly, 6. Megan Perry, 7. Renne
Cleverey, 8. Kristin Long, 9. Leon
Hunter, 10. Stephanie Bowman.
to his outdoor wardrobe.
Still, over the years, there has
been a shift in emphasis here
abouts on preference of seasons to
lake to the woods to wait and
watch, to track and trail.
October’s archery season, for
instance, usually finds mountain
environments far more hospitable
to paiking one’s posterior some
where in or under a big, old oak or
hickory or pine, than does Decem
ber. Indeed the woods are war
mer, less likely to play host to a
blinding blizzard, or to an ice
storm sending branches crashing
around one’s head.
Personally, the idea of trekking
around windswept mountain wilds
in early December leaves me cold.
October’s golden beauty seems far
more appealing.
My October visits along to
mountain wilds, though, are strict
ly for goofing off—no hunting. I
hunt, track and trap big ’game
every day and have no intention of
doing it for recreation.
My elusive quarry slips unseen
from field to field, farm to farm,
allowing only an occasional
glimpse from a distance. Season is
open year round, and the licenses
are issued at the county
courthouse.
I frequently stalk the game with
questions and messages, generally
trudging back to the house empty
handed. And even though you can
expect “it” to be in a certain spot
at a certin time, the moment you
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stalk “it” with an emergency is
when “it” will have dashed off
somewhere to pick up a part.
It quickly learns to feed at feed
ers, mostly resembling the kitchen
table. Anything in the cakes-pies
cookies line is a sure-fire, catch
em bait Baked ham, pizza or cho
colate likewise generate quick
appearances at our kitchen feeder.
Tracks and droppings are plen
tiful, making this quarry fairly
easy to trail. The tracks are easily
read, usually left in grimy, black
machinery grease, shaped like
fingerprints, and liberally scat
tered over white-painted doors,
woodwork, and creme-colored
phone. On occasion, tracks of the
residue can be found splattered
around and over the soap dish at
the kitchen -sink or even the front
door window.
Droppings take various forms:
trails of hay dirt through the
MITCH VILLINES
My name is Mitch Vilhnes of Green Forest, Arkansas We have a layer operation
of about 600,000 layers
In the past, we have always had an ammonia problem in our houses This past
February, we ran a test using 810-Ad« Mixer *1 in our layer feeds at the
recommended level of one pound per ton for ammonia control
The temperature in the test house was set at 80°F and we did not have any
ammonia problem
The product performed to my expectation It made my employees happier with
no ammonia odor in the house '
For more information on 810-Ade Contact:
Roosevelt Avenue at Fahs Street • PO. Box 327 • York, PA 17405 •
Telephone 717-843-0981 • PA 800-632-1895
THE CLASSIFIED LIVESTOCK SECTION
HAS BEASTLY SELECTIONS!
VILLINES POULTRY, GREEN FOREST, ARK
6/2S/M
Mitch Villlnes
(Home of York Calcium Chips)
office, com dust on the chair cush
ions, husks of manure on the base
ment floor. Other surefire signs
are scatterings of hats so grubby
the dirt obscures their colors mkL
advertising logos, damp swflj
shins, and jeans thick enough wun
shop grease they can almost walk
themselves to the washing
machine.
You can try calling “it,” like
you do turkeys for instance, but
“it” probably won’t answer any
way. In the years of my “hunting”
no surefire call for this
game has ever proved reliable. '
However, just give up the
search, sit down on an easy chair,
and pick up something to read.
Instantly, the game will material
ize from the wilds of the farm
stead, sounding its most familiar
call.
“What’s for lunch?”
Happy hunting.
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