I followed up on last week’s find early Saturday morning, big brown fish roaming unmolested in a pea green bayou held promise, although I couldn’t find any sign of them this morning.
Plenty of human sign, as the proximity of the roadbed means you can empty your truck of trash with no one the wiser. It explains the multitude of “No Trespassing” signs – as it appears this is prime dumping ground.
Before you start blaming us Brownliners – and bringing up contentious issues like “watercolor-profiling”, think again. We obviously welcome the additions to the landscape, and only Angelina Jolie and Madonna adopt more orphans than we do.
We take most of this stuff home, usually it’s better furnishings than we’re accustomed to – and after you sanitizing it with a quick kick off the bridge, we get years of value from your gravity-me-downs…
The Ditch ended in a forebay which was a pumping station for another nameless brown creek that parallels the Sacramento River. Lots of families were present and everyone was fishing worms and bobbers.
I hung around hoping to see someone land something but other than the excited chatter of kids, it was slow fishing. It’s traditional August weather, which means it’s 100 degrees by 10AM, so I started thinking about the chores I needed to finish before going fishing tomorrow.
The goats agreed, seeking the shade of the railroad trestle before their workday starts. These four legged eating machines clean all the flood control dikes so they’re not compromised by vegetation and roots. It’s a great untold symbiosis of the Central Valley, the herdsmen get free graze – and the folks in the floodplain sleep soundly knowing the earthen barriers protecting their homes aren’t weakened by forces of Nature.
The goats get to become a burrito, which is an ignoble end for such heroic service, but I always observe a moment of admiration before plowing into one.
I’ve heard of some Blueline waters where the banks are dotted with stone benches. Aesthetically pleasing no doubt, but they can’t compare to the comfort offered by a Barcalounger. Apparently the Little Stinking has its own Glamping contingent.
Young goat makes for pretty tasty BBQ, provided you marinade it for a week. A burrito is a fitting place for one past prime, provided you cook it for a week. Either way, I guess it’s what you’d call slow food.
I think this is what they call a “free range” organic goat – likely costs $9 a pound at the holistic food store..
“Subsists on a macrobiotic all-natural diet consisting of Star Thistle and old tires..”
Indeed. The free-range lifestyle affords the meat a pungent, gym-shoe aroma, accented with flavorful notes of asphalt and creosote which dance upon the palate like small children crushing roaches with their winter boots.
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KB, according to your BeFi index, the price of free range goat is now up to $12/lb.
The funny thing about that goat burrito, though, it takes 1 week to age and 1 week to cook, and only two minutes to come back out, one way or another.
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