On Thu, 30 May 2013 21:30:51 -0700, DD_BobK wrote:
> Important piece of information missing...
> What prompted the desire to create the debris?
Know thine enemy, and know thyself, and in a hundred
battles, you will prevail (Sun Tzu).
I am trying to eradicate three enemy combatant species
which have taken over acres of chaparral in my control,
namely:
1. Scotch Broom <== foreign invader
2. Spanish Broom <== foreign invader
3. Poison Oak <== native irritant
Those fast-growing invaders from the Mediterranean islands
quickly crowd out the native inhabitants, even to the point
of photosynthesizing from their very stems, so as to suck
the life-giving supplies from the mouths of the native plants
that actually feed the native animals.
The strengths of these nitrogen fixers is that they can
grow where no other plants can; and that they sow seeds
which last for 60 years, a percentage growing every year.
The weakness of the Scotch Broom is a relatively meager
supply line, via a single tap root, which holds tenaciously
in the summer months, but which yields like cutting warmed
butter in the wetness of the winter rains.
So, every winter, I spend a few hours blissfully hunting
Scotch Broom, destroying entire regiments of the stuff,
leaving the wounded to die & decay where they lie on the
slippery mud-soaked slopes (war is mud, after all).
Each spring, the lower-hugging guerrilla Spanish Broom,
which is much harder to flush out, even in the winter rains,
shows its true colors by blossoming a sweet yellow, which
removes all vestiges of camouflage. I've learned that to
mow them down is merely to invite a rebirth from the stumps,
so, the approach is to methodically cut and spray with
chemical warfare (glyphosate), within 5 minutes of the
dismembering. This, and only this, prevents the roots
from springing forth anew, to attack my sunlit hillsides.
The most formidable enemy is the native Poison Oak, which
fortresses in almost impenetrable thickets of wrist-thick
vines, covering every direction. For these, I carefully
cut a swatch through the minefield, taking extreme care
not to become contaminated too badly, although casualties
are inevitable. At times, I use the chainsaw, in sheer
determined all-out frontal attacks; but most of the time
I stealthily tunnel to the commanding root, which is always
at least four or five inches thick, to kill the command
and control center, at its very core.
Note: Those who say you can spray glyphosate on poison oak
have no idea what they're up against, as this enemy is
so deeply entrenched on a hillside that napalm itself
wouldn't flush it all out, in a week of spraying from
helicopters. No. Only a determined single-minded attack
on the core supply line will work, sort of like what the
Persons attempted at the battle north of Plateae before
the Greeks retreated and regrouped at Plateae, for the
battle that arguably saved the Western civilized world
from utter destruction.
And, so goes my battle with the foreign and native
invaders, who are forever attempting to take over my
sun drenched hillsides.