Re: 1971 17' Invader Tri-Hull Restoration, The Madness Begins
Yeah you forgot to mark the Wasp's nest, although that and mud dobber's are so common around here I think I saw one of those also lol :lol:
Glenn, missed seeing your post somehow, just read it now.
Yeah, the "Dirt Dobbers" round here are Yellow and Black, Blue, Red, and there is a "Mini Blue". They are all pretty much to themselves unless unless you should go chasing them and they get mad. I once opened my bedroom window and the re was a Big Blue behind it on the storm window screen. I guess the vibration from the old wooden sash must have irritated him or it might have been the loose pane vibrating at such a pitch as it set him off in some sort of spastic fit, something had made him mad as he came out gunning for me.
Now for the Paper Wasps, we call Yellow Jackets (never understood that as they are Dirty Reddish Brown)...
they are born into this world tenacious and wake up every morning, mad at the world and everybody in it, madder than the day before.
If you look at them they take it as your are challenging them and their territory, their offspring (born or unborn), insulted their mother, stepped on their daddy's grave, made fun of their speech impediment, shot spit wads through the soda straw you snuck out of the lunchroom (not the regular spit wads, but the ones you took straight pins (the ones with the little plastic balls on the head) and tied thread onto to make fletchings, you stuck a spit ball onto just to add some ballast for a truer sustained flight), knocked the block off of their shoulder, stepped across the line they drew in the dirt with the tip of their shoe, cheated at marbles or pick up sticks, and stuck the tip of their pony tail in an ink well, 0-60, "you spent money on what for the boat!" mad & irate momma kinda mad.
It is best you look down, never looking them into the eyes and back ever so slowly out of their way never to tread that way again (until you get some of that pressure wasp and hornet killer that sprays 127' 3-13/16" before it starts to disperse its pin point type stream).
Bumble Bees are another thing that once riled up will strike at anything that moves. I have ran trough nests in the hay meadows while cutting hay and had literately hundreds fill the air till they formed a black and yellow cloud. Next time through, even though you were several feet away, they were still mad, but if you just froze, you could see them strike the tractor tires, the fan blades on the engine, or the exhaust clapper on the stack.
My little brother-in-law and I were plowing a field once years ago, me on a 4020 with a 6 bottom semi-mounted plow and him on a 3010 and a 4 bottom fully mounted 3PH plow. I was ahead of him and on the opposite end of the field to keep from running into one another. I had plowed through an old trash pile someone had near their fence but in our field, containing a Bumble Bee's nest. Vance (who was only 10 or 12 at the time) ran through the swarm. He would have been alright (and he knew what to do), but one of them went in the hole in the back of his ball cap, the one above the sizing snap, and had stung him trying to get out. He somehow got the tractor up in park, jumped off, flailing arms and cap back at them, and came running diagonally across the unturned sod towards me. I tried hollering at him several times to fall to the ground and lay flat and silent. When he finally heard me above his own screams, he did what I had said getting stung a couple more times. The bees, bored with his actions, headed towards me and the tractor I was on. I sat motionless for several minutes. When they left, I ran as fast as I could and got the fuel truck and returned to pick him up and rush him off to the E.R.
Over 37 stingers (that we identified and pulled later at home) and probably more we didn't find in his scalp; all they did was tell me to give him something for the pain and antihistamine for the allergic reaction and sent us home. To this day, he has to carry an Epiepen with him at all times.
it's all getting ripped out and redone. I have had nightmares about the helm every since I looked under it.
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