By: Bears Butt

Last evening we celebrated Conners birthday number 11!  Congrats to Conner!  Let’s go fishin!  But wait, he has to go shopping for his birthday gifts!  Fishing will have to wait.

Speaking of waiting.  After the party, the humming birds came out in full force to get a nightly drink before retiring and so, with one of the guests having never had a humming bird land on her finger we decided that would be a good thing to try and let happen.

Here is the scene.  Three fingers placed near the feeder.

Everyone has to hold as still as they can.  No quick moves, no heavy breathing.  Sort of like turkey hunting.

Each of the contestants did their part and soon the birds were flying all around.  At one point I counted 8 birds in the vicinity.

And so we wait.  Birds came and went and some came very close to landing but in the time I had to photograph the scene only one did finally land.

This was a near landing.  And the ladies finger is the one who had never had one land before.  It took a seasoned vet to get a bird to finally perch while eating.  Even with wings still flapping you can clearly see “The Eagle Had Landed”!

When I was growing up we had very few humming birds around.  At least I did not see many and I’m not sure why.  My oldest brother in law actually told us kids that humming birds didn’t have feet.  We have proof they actually do have feet!

Give it a try sometime and try not to hurt the delicate little birds.  Get yourself a feeder sort of like the one in the picture.  Mix sugar water up at a ratio of 1 cup of sugar to 3 cups of water.  Heat the mixture to make sure the sugar dissolves totally in the water.  Add a couple drops of red food coloring and after the mix is cooled, put it in the feeder and hang it outside.  It doesn’t take them long to locate the feeder and when they do, make sure you have extra juice for them to eat as they will drain the feeder in just a couple of days.

Enjoy!

Bears Butt

June 11, 2012

Written on June 11th, 2012 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

The following is coming from a very good source but I have NO evidence of it being real, made up or totally fabricated beyond the real.  Take if for what it is worth.  As for me, I believe:

 

Where did  piss poor come from ?
We older people need to learn something new every day…
Just to keep the grey matter tuned up.
Where did “Piss Poor” come from?
Interesting History.
They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot.
And then once it was full it was taken and sold to the tannery…
if you had to do this to survive you were “Piss Poor”.
But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot…
They “didn’t have a pot to piss in” and were the lowest of the low.
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature
Isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be.
Here are some facts about the 1500’s
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May,
And they still smelled pretty good by June. However, since they were starting to smell,
Brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor.
Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water.
The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water,
Then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children.
Last of all the babies.
By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.
Hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water!”
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath.
It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals
(mice, bugs) lived in the roof.
When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof.
Hence the saying, “It’s raining cats and dogs.”
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.
This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings
Could mess up your nice clean bed.
Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection.
That’s how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt.
Hence the saying, “Dirt poor.” The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery
In the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on the floor to help keep their footing.
As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door,
It would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way.
Hence: a thresh hold.
(Getting quite an education, aren’t  you?)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.
Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables
And did not get much meat.  They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers
In the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day.
Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while.
Hence the rhyme:
Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special.
When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off.
It was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home the bacon.”
They would cut off a little to share with guests
And would all sit around and chew the fat.
Those with money had plates made of pewter.
Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death.
This happened most often with tomatoes,
so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status.
Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle,
and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky.
The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days.
Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.
They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around
and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up.
Hence the custom; of holding a wake.
England   is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people.
So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave..
When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive.
So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.
Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift) to listen for the bell;  thus, someone could be,
saved by the bell or was “considered a dead ringer.
And that’s the truth.
Now, whoever said History was boring!!!
So get out there and educate someone! ~~~
Share these facts with a friend.
Inside every older person is a younger person wondering,
‘What the heck happened?’
We’ll be friends until we are old and senile.
Then we’ll be new friends.
Smile, it gives your face something to do!
Soon we’ll all be Piss Poor
I guess I’m as piss poor judge, but this all seems real to me.  Don’t fart in a dark corner, there might be someone close by with a match!
Bears Butt
June 10, 2012
Written on June 10th, 2012 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

National Yo-Yo Day!

A bit of research shows the Yo-Yo was being played with as early at 350 BC.  YO!  That’s a long way back.

Two discs connected by a single axle.  A string is attached and if the string is not snugged up tight you can do extra special tricks with the yo-yo.  Like “walk the dog” and “climb the ladder”.  Of course in my day, I could do all those things.  My height made for a shorter string, but still……..

So even though the rungs on my ladder trick were less than my friends, I still was able to climb it and get the yo-yo back into my hand without fail.  My tall and lanky friends had trouble doing that because the spinning on their yo-yo’s were losing momentum by they time they climbed up their 9th and 10th stair.

Walking the dog was never a problem for me, but their tall frames caused them to have to lean over to walk the dog, a problem with flying sand etc. always caused them to not want to play that trick.

The good old days of yo-yo’s and long forgotten marbles brings me back to an age (in my mind) that perhaps these things need to be re-visited.  Marbles would be a lot safer than a yo-yo because one slip up with the spinning disk could cause quite a lump on the boggen.  However there is a down side to marbles as well.  At my age, getting down on the knees to take that all important “steelie” shot might be possible, but the getting up to collect my winnings might be a slow and tedious process and my marbles could get lost during the process.  (Now just where did that cats eye spin off too?)

Hmmm.  Maybe yo-yo’s would be a better choice of games.  After all it would be hard to lose it as it is attached to one finger of my right hand.  And, I am in control of when it could be thrown.

Get away from the table when you do that straight out shot!  You’re gonna hit my drink and spill it!

National Yo-Yo day!  Enjoy it with friends, but be sure and keep your distance from everyone!

Bears Butt

June 10, 2012

Written on June 10th, 2012 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

Today’s story takes us back quite a number of years.  Sherry and I were on an outing in Wendover, just an overnight get away, but it sure has some memories with it.

Usually on the way out across the west desert it’s a rather boring drive, but on this occasion we could see coming from the opposite direction a rather interesting item.  A truck pulling a trailer and on the trailer was a very interesting pair of objects.  As we got closer, I grabbed the camera to take a shot of it.  Nobody is going to believe this one.

My take on it is the guy lost his butt at the gambling tables and was taking his winnings (losses) home with him.  Like they say, if life gives you lemons, make lemon aide.

The moon cycle must have been just right on that trip because that wasn’t the most interesting thing we saw that day.  And we actually got to talk with the owner of what you are about to see.  He said something about the police in Utah not liking his idea of a good mode of transportation and he was going back to California, where it’s ok to drive something that looks like this.  He seemed to be an “alright” sort of guy and he obviously meant well.  He must have had a few bucks in his pocket as well.  This unit was quite unique and probably got quite good gas mileage.  It sure is aerodynamically correct.

I’m not sure how it drove, but with one wheel up front it probably drove ok.  Especially where it has four wheels in the back.

We finished our trip without any more fun things to show off, and we came back with a few dollars in our pockets.  Not like this guy who seems to be up to his neck.

Bears Butt

June 9, 2012

Written on June 9th, 2012 , Just more stories
By: Bears Butt

So, for all of you who didn’t draw a deer tag in Utah this year, I’m indeed sorry.  But there is nothing to stop you from viewing this video I found on Youtube.

And for all of us who did draw out, may something like this come into your sights during the hunt this year!

I know of two guys, No Grimace and Baby Boy, who will be enjoying a very good hunt in the Crawfords this fall and an animal like this is very likely to be on that mountain during their hunt.  I hope there are two like this for you guys!

Anyway, I had fun viewing this video and if you are a deer hunter, I know you will enjoy it too.

Bears Butt

June 8, 2012

Written on June 8th, 2012 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

Quickly going through a bunch of old photographs last evening and came across a couple I thought would be good to share on this site.

Some of you know I had a lab dog once upon a time.  Good dog I must say.  Had a loud bark, but wouldn’t hurt a flea.  My son Windy took him to the field one day and took a picture of him frolicking in the hay.  This is what the shutter saw just before the dog slammed into the guy behind it.

A happy dog to say the least.

On another note, I have pretty much had a beard my whole life.  Well, take away the years I was too young to grow one, and another spec of life when I was in the Air Force where they won’t let you grow one, and a short time after that while attending college (gee whiz, it sounds like I have not had a beard long at all).  At any rate, while I was working, it was Christmas time and I told the staff, if they could gather $1,000 in donations for a good will Christmas package for a family in need, I would let them shave off my beard.

After a short period of time they had gathered $1,500!  And the day came for them to shave off my beard.  It was a very big event and even the entire Forest Service staff (those in the upper part of the building) came to watch.  Some of my very special friends wanted to do the honors of shaving my face and how they were chosen is beyond me.  They were sort of gentle, but not really and I looked like a shorn sheep when they were done.  It was all done in fun and the money collected went to a very needy family.

When I got home that night, my dog, the one above in the picture, knew he knew me, but couldn’t put his paw on it.  I smelled right, but just didn’t look right.  He felt bad for me, as he knew I must be hurting, or something.  It was quite comical to watch him “care” for me.

That weekend I went fishing up to Strawberry Reservoir.  It was cold and so I wore two coats.  I caught at least one fish as you will see.  But the real deal is this is me.

This is what a shaved Bears Butt looks like!

Today there would be a lot more lines from a whole lot more grins as big as that one, but pretty much the same look.

Bears Butt

June 8, 2012

Written on June 8th, 2012 , Just more stories
By: Bears Butt

Try this one!

http://www.lovey8.com/Super_Viking_Shark_Punch.y8

Written on June 7th, 2012 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

The Weasel and I are in the drawing for a couple of cow elk tags.  With a whole lot of luck on our side, we just might be drawn.  Both of us have 2 points going into the drawing.

Bears Butt

June 7, 2012

Written on June 7th, 2012 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

Ok trappers, listen up.  What in the world is going on here?  Earlier this year (January) muskrat auction houses were buying muskrat pelts for over $10 each.  Even going so far as buying badly damaged goods saying there were plenty of low paid folks in the business that could repair the damage via sewing.

We also heard of the bellies of these lowly critters being more sought after than the backs, which goes against all us trappers have been used to for decades.

So, here come the country buyers and scarf up our rats at ridiculously high prices (you have read my account on here), in hopes of cashing in on the Chinese, Greek, or whoever market.

For those who may not know, we American trappers catch a lot of muskrats and those little critters are prized for their color, feel etc once they are tanned and made into garments.  (By garments I’m talking about coats, neck scarfs and assorted other outer wear to shield the wearer against the cold, not some underwear worn by a religious group.  I’ll just bet garments made of muskrat would be really warm to one of them however).

The makers of the garments are usually the Greeks or the Chinese.  They seem to have the biggest demand for our raw furs.  And so they buy them up by the millions and tan them.  Suddenly we find our little furs buried deep in a shop making coats or gloves or scarves or boot linings or whatever they are making.  And those little furs look good!  And they place those collected and sewn furs on very good looking models and they swagger all over looking better than ever.

The models wink at the right people and those people bid on the end result, the coat, the hat, the boots or whatever.  I think some of the buyers think that if they bid high enough the model will take off the clothing and they will see something more to their liking.  But I digress.

So, who are these  end product  buyers?  Russians mostly!  It’s WAYYYY cold in Russia and so they wear a LOT of fur clothing (maybe even some garments).

Now here is the rub for me.  January raw fur prices were over $10 for muskrat.  February fur prices pushing $11 and more.  Where will it end?  Could our catch be worth  over $10 at our level in the chain when we sell in March?  We hope!  How much will the guy make that buys our catch?  He is speculating just like us.  If he buys low and sells high, he makes a ton of money and is a happy camper.  The market looks very good for this to happen.

So, as we are all dreaming of cashing in on a fat cow, China and Russia are talking.  Not about fur prices or anything like that.  They are talking about the price of oil.  Russia has a lot of underground oil and gas reserves and China would like to tap into that reserve and buy it from them.  Which would lessen their need to depend so much on the Arabian oil we all so much seem to need.

Did I know that as a fur trapper?  Heck no!  Why would I care about such as that?

Did the buyer of my fur care about that?  Heck no!  Why would he care about such as that?  What does that have anything to do with a Russian lady wanting to buy a very nice looking fur coat from a Chinese guy?

WOOPS!  There is the key!  TRADE RELATIONS!  The Russians want more for their oil and gas than the Chinese think they should pay for it and so the talks were thwarted and the Chinese guys all went home in a stew and the Russians had another glass of vodka.

And so, at the latest and greatest auction in Canada, the ONE everyone watches for the end sale on wild fur, one called the North American Fur Auction (NAFA), the BOTTOM FELL OUT OF THE WILD FUR prices!  And I’m telling you the BOTTOM FELL OUT!  Period!

I’m not just talking about muskrat prices, I’m talking about Bobcat and Coyote too.  Everything that was trapped and had a good fur on it tanked!

So, speculator guy who bought our muskrat fur for “$ a.lot” most likely lost his butt…Sorry!  This is one time the trapper didn’t get trapped.

Look at these sale prices (thanks NAFA):

Bobcat pelts sold 100% at averages of $68 – $380, with the top fur bringing $1,275.

Lynx sold 100% with an average price of $123 and a top of $340.

Marten sold 100%, averaging $46 – $128.

Red Fox sold near 100%, averaging $39.

Grey Fox sold 100%, averaging $26.

A smaller percentage of fisher pelts sold, but the ones that did sell averaged $68 – 80.

Coyotes sold at decent levels (74-87%) with an average of $21 – $51.

Raccoon pelts sold at varying levels with prices from $3 – $19.

Mink sold 100% with a $21 average

Otter sold at 50%, averaging $70.  Some were held back due to price resistance.

Beaver cleared at lower levels and averaged $9 – $32.

Muskrat sold at 80% and averaged $8.10.

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OUCH!  Those prices are WAY BELOW the prices everyone was expecting.

I heard some local buyers were buying coyote hides for over $25.  Imagine you buying a hide for $25 and then getting $21 for it.  That’s a $4 loss.  And then imagine yourself buying 1,000 of them at that price!  You just lost $4,000!

It makes me cringe just to think of it.

Well, am I going to put my traps out next year?  YES!  Do I expect over $8 for my rats?  Nope!  UNLESS China and Russia make some sort of deal on gas and oil and then, maybe just then we could see a rebound on fur prices.

I can say for sure, I’m very glad I did not pull my 401K out and buy my friends collection of rats, but rather talked him into putting his in with ours for our sale to the local guy.

Well, enough of this for now.  We have traps to mend, stakes to cut and bait to cut.  I sure hope those Chinese folks get a good deal on some Russian oil reserves.

Bears Butt

June 6, 2012

 

 

 

Written on June 6th, 2012 , Hunting/Fishing/Trapping Stories
By: Bears Butt

Sure!  Wait until school is out and then have a National Teachers Day!  Humph!  What’s with that?  Well, I guess all is not lost because this is a double whammy National day.  The other is called National Applesauce Cake Day!

I suppose it’s because the teachers that got all those apples let them sit to long and they began to get soft.  So in order to salvage something from all of them, they squished them into applesauce and then made cake out of them.

Sounds pretty good to me.

So, go out and squish some apples and make up a cake.

Enjoy the day teachers!  And for everyone, Enjoy the National Applesauce Cake day!

Bears Butt

June 6, 2012

Written on June 6th, 2012 , Uncategorized

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