Pennsylvania Farm Show

While we wait for the waters to freeze up in our area, my wife, Brother in law (fellow contributor to Moose Knuckle), and myself, decided to attend the Harrisburg Farm Expo in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. My wife and I have been wanting to attend this expo for quite some time now, and it was well worth the visit. We arrived early Friday and the place was packed already!

The first stop at the farm show was the food court. The foods being offered were from locally grown producers and other food entities. In addition, the vendors were offering food such as roast beef, pizza, grilled cheese, French fries, blooming onions, fried mozzarella cubes, fried mushrooms, chicken, fish, cotton candy, ice cream cones, delicious milkshakes, and apple cider were provided by local farm organizations. The prices were extremely reasonable, not like at a sporting event or even other county fairs I have attended in the past.

We checked out the farm equipment next, which I was a little disappointed in. I had hoped to see various hay equipment and large farm tractors to examine. However, there were only a couple of tractors on display. Most of the equipment was for home use. There were signs on the tractors asking people not to climb aboard. I suppose some parents as well as their children are unable to read, as one child was inside the cab of one tractor jamming the gear shifter so hard, I thought it would break off! I hope the individual who purchases that piece of equipment doesn’t go out one morning to plow his field and have his transmission fail on him. Thanks kid!

My wife, Lisa, had a great time taking pictures of all the animals, especially the cows, goats, and chickens. Unfortunately, all the pigs had gone to market prior to our arrival. The beef cows were missing as well.  We were able to view the cows being milked, goats being judged, and little baby ducks sliding down a sliding board into a pool of water. You name it, there were rabbits, chickens, turkeys, geese, ducks, all shapes, colors, and sizes.

There were many interesting displays including ancient artifacts, women weaving, giant pumpkins, hay, Christmas trees on display, and many other farm products to be viewed and tasted! Other vendors were selling products including bee’s wax, honey, various hot sauces, and even wine tasting. If you are on a low budget, you could sample many of the products on display at the expo and go home full.  Hard boiled eggs pickled in hot wing sauce, venison jerky, apple butter, apples, cider, Turkey Hill ice cream, chocolate, pretzels; people were anxious for you to sample in hopes of a sale.

As the day was getting late, it was time for us to leave. A shuttle bus took us almost to the spot where we parked our vehicle. We spent almost an entire day viewing all the farm products, animal judging contests, and tasting fresh food all for the price of ten dollars per carload. You really can’t beat that, especially, in these tough economic times. Next year, if you want to get out of the house, let your children understand that food isn’t produced at the food store, then check out the Harrisburg Farm Expo.

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Badger

May 5, 1996 – January 9, 2012

Banshee to the Left of Badger

I begin with Badger, endearingly referred to as “Master” Badger is the longest living dog I have ever known, he has been my companion for more than half my life; for a German Shepherd that is impressive. We originally adopted Badger and Banshee (May 5, 1996 – October 17, 2009) at the now defunct Rock Hill, NY SPCA, subsequent to the death of our family’s first dog Bandit (July 4, 1982 – June 24, 1996). When mother brought us to the SPCA the plan was to look and possibly adopt one dog. We brought home two dogs as a result of irreconcilable differences between Brenton and myself.

Badger and Banshee lived a lifestyle the envy of most dogs in the city, where we resided for short interval.  As puppies, they roamed the acreage at our remote summer farmhouse nestled at the base of the Shawangunk Mountains in front of a gently meandering trout stream. Badger and Banshee had a penchant for discovering exciting ways to fight or cause trouble. In those days, not far gone, Mr. Cudney still had dairy cows behind the house, everyone knows what dogs do in cow pastures, or do we?  Eventually the summer home was sold and we made our full time residence on a small farm in rural Frelinghuysen Township, New Jersey; where Badger and Banshee genuinely lived their lives.

Banshee Attacks

Both dogs were avid explorers and would go on hikes with Brenton and I; neither really enjoyed fishing or shooting guns. Badger a casual swimmer, during balmy summer days, found sitting by the pond and waiting for fish an arduous effort. Banshee disliked loud noises and would be terrified on the Fourth of July when the fireworks went off. Needless to say, they were both great companions who argued and enjoyed each other company similar to my brother and myself.

My fondest memory of the both of them together was in their twilight years, following my return home from college.  All of us brought the “puppies” snowshoeing around our perimeter trail even though they were 11 years old they ran, played, and fought like they were still puppies. There were still many good days to follow. As this is a fishing website I will end with a Norman Maclean quote, “And I knew just as surely, just as clearly, that life is not a work of art, and that the moment could not last.”

Lazy Evenings

Badger passed away this evening at an estimated 109 dog years (15.6 human years) after a short illness. He is buried aside his brother on the small grass covered hill overlooking the family farm.

Sharing Guard Duty

Fighting the losing battle

Never before has a man had to beg to the gods of cold to bring on the ice. But on the day of January 7, 2012 this angler got down on one knee outside, in shorts and a tee-shirt in sixty degree New Jersey weather and made that first attempt at asking what I did wrong to receive the punishment of NO ICE this late in the season!!

Nevertheless, fishing treks on.

January 2012 has started off unseasonably odd but the fish are the same ‘ol fun as 2011. Making way through the rough of the Jersey woods, I gander over at a little river I’ve been eying for years. Brush and prickers always steered me away from this little pearl. I should have taken the saying that goes something like,  ‘anything worth fighting for is worth having’ into consideration.

Drop canoe and load my gear in tow. I take off down the river, fly rod in hand. Armed with a frog pattern I purchased from Crossroads in Chestertown, NY, I cast out towards the shore line. First cast must have been right on the money. In comes a 21 inch brown trout. Second cast out. 23 inch brown trout. Third cast? You better believe it. Such a gem I found out here in the woods of Jersey. 29 brown trout later (and 1 pickerel of course!), my grin can be seen from ear to ear for miles one end. The warm weather must have the trout thinking it’s Spring and they haven’t eaten much since Fall.

I don’t mean to toot my own horn about my fishing skills but in January here in Jersey I think I deserve a quick ‘Toot Toot.’

 

 

 

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