A Harvest Story

This weekend, I have been laboring at harvesting our redskin potato patch.

We store them in a dark room in the basement in bus bins. I have made a rack so the bins work like drawers. I haven’t had time to wash them yet. Don’t judge.

Bins

To get the bins to the rack, I had to carry them past this little item hanging on a nail in the door frame:

The Masher

I’m not cruel to little potatoes. I told them to hide their eyes.

‘Tis the Season… (apparently)

I was out in the frosty yard this morning with Lady the Pitbull, for her to take care of her Lady business, when we heard a rash of gunfire from over the hill toward the nearby woods. Shortly thereafter, these whitetail deer appeared across the creek on the other side of the gravel road at the end of our hundred-yard long driveway. They milled about, looking uncertain what to do, long enough for me to go in the house and retrieve my Cannon DSLR and telephoto lens.

Later I was able to verify from the Iowa DNR site that today (December 5th) is the first day of the first Iowa “regular gun” deer season. I put regular gun in quotes because there are a lot of restrictions on what constitutes a regular gun and acceptable ammunition.

I think I had better luck with my camera than the mass-expenders-of-ammunition had in the woods over the hill.

Deer Breath