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Beaver on a Stick

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The first year I trapped beavers in Kansas was a terribly dry year, yet I found a rogue stretch of river just north of where I live that still held water; lots of water! There were holes in this stretch too deep for me to wade into with chest waders, yet from there the river turned east, and was bone dry as far as the eye could see. In this deep portion was a colony of beavers and that morning I had just caught the first one.

When I watch hunting shows where a hunter harvests a big animal high up in the mountains, I often wonder if he had considered all the extra work it’s was gonna’ take to get it packed out of there. Along those same lines, I don’t know what I was thinking when I set that trap. It was a challenge just to get to, let along tote anything out that I might catch. So, picture this; my wife (who is at least a head shorter) and I standing in the middle of the dry river bed, she about 6 feet in front of me, with an 8-foot tree limb between us on our shoulders. Trussed up with a rope and dangling precariously from that limb hung a 50-pound beaver. This was my wife’s idea and at first I had scoffed. But aside from the fact that we must have looked like 2 natives hauling a dead monkey from the jungle for dinner, it worked pretty well.

Telling you we were 300 yards from our pickup doesn’t begin to give you the whole picture. For starters, the first 50 yards included a short trek along the dry river bed then straight up a deer trail to the bank 10 feet above. After a much-needed break, we followed that same deer trail through an obstacle course of briars and downed tree limbs for another 50 yards to the edge of an alfalfa field, took another breather and then untrussed the beaver and literally drug it and ourselves the final 200 yards through the alfalfa to the truck.

River beavers usually dig large den holes into the bank with the entrance below the water line. Wading along the river can often locate the dens, but this wasn’t an option here since the water was so deep. The only way to catch these beavers was to place traps to take advantage of the creature’s movements and social behaviors. Beavers are very territorial and mark their boundaries by building mounds of mud and debris on the bank called castor mounds. They scent these mounds with secretion from glands at the base of their tail called “castor glands.” Other beavers that travel through the area stop and place their scent on these mounds too, so the resident adults are always checking these to see if any intruders are present. I found one of those mounds that didn’t appear to be used anymore, and “spiced” it up with some lure to make the residents believe they needed to check it again, and one of them soon found himself dangling from the tree limb between Joyce and I.

Trapping, like hunting and fishing, is a harvest. With this stretch of river being one of very few holding water enough for beavers that year their population could easily have grown out of control. The landowner had already complained to me about them dropping trees across his electric fence. I caught 3 beavers from that short stretch of river; certainly

not enough to hurt there population much, or for my wife’s fur coat, but maybe enough to keep them out of trouble with their landlord!

Steve can be contacted by email at [email protected].

Soil Testing

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Sometimes when your plant growth seems to be a problem you may need to test your soil. Use a soil probe, spade, or shovel to sample the soil profile to a depth of 8-12 inches. It is important to obtain a representative sample of the soil in the root zone rather than from the surface soil.

 

It is advisable to take at least 10 to 15 samples around your garden area, then combine these in a clean bucket or pail. This provides a representative sample of the entire garden area.

 

From the bucket or pail, select about a pint of soil. Special soil sample containers are available from your local K-State Extension office or a fertilizer supplier. You may use a clean milk carton, ice cream container, or similar package. Label it with your name, address, and information on the garden crops to be grown. If you send more than one sample, be sure to label each plainly.

 

Be sure to keep garden soil separate from lawn soil.

 

Your local extension office will send it to the Kansas State University soil testing laboratory. Recommendations will be made on the amounts of fertilizer to use on your garden. Rely on your local agent for information and advice concerning your garden.

 

Please note: The K-State Extension office is moving to 215 S. Pine in January of 2026! Please call ahead to ensure when our office will be open!

Honky-Tonk Organ

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Thayne Cozart
Milo Yield

Someone in our old Geezer Group mentioned seeing on TV about a rural fellow, Mike Pederson who lived in Nora, South Dakota, population of two people. Pederson, a bachelor, 40 years ago bought a defunct general store and fulfilled a lifelong dream and restored a pipe organ in it.

Once he finished the restoration, he then wondered who could enjoy his playing the organ. So, he advertised in a nearby paper and invited people to join him in singing Christmas carols in the restored Nora Store.

Well, it worked. Pedersen and his pipe organ have performed every Christmas for the past 35 years. And from nearby towns across South Dakota to neighboring states like Minnesota, Nebraska and Iowa, tens of thousands of people have joined him to share the joy of holiday music.

Pederson’s wonderful Christmas story caught the attention of CBS newsman David Begnaud, who aired the story and let the world know there is still good news.

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Well, not to be out-done with a story about a rural organ player, one fellow in our group, ol’ Keene Recawl, dredged this story out of his years-ago past.

He said that a rural church he attended in his youth bought a fine pipe organ from a music dealership. However, since the church didn’t have the cash for the organ purchase, it bought the organ on time and worked diligently to meet the monthly payments.

As the first-year anniversary of the organ purchase approached, the dealer who sold the organ came out to the church to do the annual maintenance and make sure the organ wuz still in tune.

As he tuned the organ, the dealer started lustily playing loudly one raunchy, honky-tonk country-music song after another. They were typical, irreverent, lively country music songs about beer-drinking and broken romantic relationships.

The good pastor of the church, the Reverend Neal Downe, wuz sitting in a nearby pew as the tuner played the music and he took sanctimonious umbrage at the un-religious songs being belted out on the church’s organ.

So, the Reverend broke in and told the tuner, “I don’t think you should be playing such irreverent songs in our church. Hymns would be much more appropriate.”

Keene, the dealer/tuner, turned to him and replied curtly, “When your church catches up and resumes its payments, then I’ll start playing hymns.”

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Since the winter solstice has passed and the days are getting longer (don’t forget where you stored your bathing suit), I wuz rummaging through some of my old paper files searching for column material.

I found a clipping entitled “My, How Terms Have Changed! ” that wuz sent to me decades ago by Harry and Mary from Mt. Vernon, Mo. Here are the contents:

“As the world changes, so does our language. In fact, one can almost pinpoint an era in time by the meaning of words. For example, remember when pot referred exclusively to something to cook in? And grass was to be mowed (with a hand mower, of course’)? Bust had nothing to do with a police action, but was part of a lady’s anatomy and gay described a mood? These were the days when AIDS were folks who helped in schools and hospitals and rock music was skipping flat stones on water.

Back then, no one dreamed of eating anything that was mostly fiber, the word cholesterol was found only in chemistry books ‘and our chief association with McDonald’s was an old farmer of that name and an “ee-eye-ee-eye oh.’ These were the times when Made in Japan was a synonym for cheap, shoddy merchandise and only in geography books would we find Bikini. Bugs and Rabbits had legs instead of wheels. How naive we were.

Remember when a moon walk was something that courting couples like to do and a rocket scientist made fireworks? Space ships were seen only in the comics and the closest thing we had to a guided missile was a schoolboy’s spitball. The only beeper we knew was a motorist who kept blowing his horn and the office copier consisted of a supply of carbon paper. Hostile takeovers weren’t that uncommon, as when your big brother borrowed your bicycle and insider trading was limited to comic books.

Yes, times change, words change and we change! As a philosopher once said, “Look to our language. It is here history leaves its mark.”

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The changing of terms with the times is accelerating in our time. Words and terms like internet, bytes, artificial intelligence, robots, drones, etc., etc. All are new words. It’s hard to keep up.

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As the year ends, I won’t close with words of wisdom. I’ll close with a fact to think about. Global trade is about universally thought of as a good thing. And, protecting the environment is also thought of as a good thing.

Yet, the two are not compatible. Google search for “fuel used by ocean-going cargo ships and tankers.” You’ll discover that those huge shipping vessels use from 70 to 400 TONS of fuel per “HOUR.” And, the most-used fuel is a thick residue, almost tar, that’s left over from oil refining. It is an extreme pollutant.

Wouldn’t it make more economic and environmental sense for nations to make and consume all they could at home and only trade for what they don’t have or can’t make?”

Just something to think about. May the new year of 2026 be great for you.

 

Wheat Scoop: Cindy Falk – A lifetime of service defined by wheat

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Kansas Wheat

Contact: Marsha Boswell, [email protected]

For the audio version, visit kswheat.com.

The smell of oven-fresh bread and the conversations around it have defined Cindy Falk’s career for 40 years. As she retires from Kansas Wheat, Falk leaves behind a legacy built on education, outreach and a strong connection between Kansas wheat farmers and the consumers who use their product.

 

Falk began working with the Kansas Wheat Commission in 1985 when she received a phone call, asking her to become a volunteer Speak for Wheat spokesperson. That role grew into a full-time career focused on promoting wheat foods, home baking and science-based nutrition through classrooms, fairs, test kitchens and national organizations.

 

A central part of Falk’s work was the Kansas Wheat Commission recipe booklet. Beginning in 1988, she contributed to 37 editions, continuing a tradition that dates back to 1966. The booklets became a widely recognized Kansas Wheat resource, distributed across Kansas and nationally to represent wheat farmers and Kansas agriculture.

 

“I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this job, or I wouldn’t have continued for 40 years,” Falk said. “That one phone call truly changed my life.”

 

In addition to her work in Kansas, Falk played a major role in domestic wheat promotion through her leadership with the Wheat Foods Council. As public perceptions of grain foods shifted and fad diets gained attention, her priority continued to be science-based education and accurate nutrition information.

 

Raised on her grandparents’ wheat farm near Laclede, Kan., Falk brought a personal understanding of agriculture to every outreach effort. Whether working the Kansas State Fair booth or welcoming international visitors into the test kitchen, her goal was to help consumers better understand where wheat comes from.

 

“Consumers want to hear from the wheat farmer,” Falk said. “People like to ask questions and learn directly from the people involved.”

 

One of Falk’s most visible accomplishments was helping grow the Kansas Festival of Breads into the National Festival of Breads. What began as a state baking contest evolved into the nation’s only amateur yeast bread competition, drawing hundreds of entries from nearly every state and thousands of attendees during its in-person years in Manhattan.

 

The event paired baking with education, giving finalists the opportunity to tour wheat farms, ride in combines during harvest and visit mills and elevators. Those experiences helped turn bakers into ambassadors for wheat and Kansas agriculture. The contest has continued as a fully remote baking competition. Participants submit recipes via email, and recipe testing and judging are conducted at the Kansas Wheat Innovation Center in Manhattan, Kan.

 

As Falk enters retirement, she plans to spend more time with family, travel and continue teaching baking and food skills in her community. While her role with Kansas Wheat is ending, her connection to the wheat industry remains strong.

 

Listeners can hear directly from Kansas Wheat legend Cindy Falk on the Feb. 3 episode of the Wheat’s On Your Mind podcast at wheatsonyourmind.com.

 

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Ambrosia Salad, Tropical

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By the time most of you peruse the column it will be December 25th, and we will be looking towards New Year’s Eve! This past week, while doing lots of resting and reading I’ve been thinking about 2026 and my personal goals for the year. I’m excited about the year, especially after my new knee. Looking forward to returning to activities I’ve had to turn my back on for over 5 years or more.

As I chose the recipe for the week my mind was focusing on the burst of freshness this type of salad holds for the palate. It’s the pop of flavor coming from an uncomplicated presentation. Great for a closure or a main salad with a meal, this is totally one of my favorite ways to conclude a fine meal. It’s also about the presentation, grab a margarita glass, or something ‘fun’ from the local flea market to display the dish. I have lots of pottery and special serving pieces, and some of my favs are those coming from a trip to a flea market or antique store.

Speaking of flea markets and antique stores, this is probably top on my list as I recover from the the knee surgery. I can’t wait to go back to Hannibal, MO, see my girl friends and spend some time downtown at a couple of large markets. Usually; the first thing I’m looking for upon entering a market is where I can sit. Hopefully, those days are going to be behind me. Last March I took a good friend, back with me to Hannibal and now I want to go back and repeat that trip.

This week I plan on ‘standing’ a bit more in the kitchen in order to build up more stamina. The ‘newlyweds’ are coming over for the

traditional seafood chowder on Christmas Eve. I’m looking forward to it greatly. It’s a tradition my family has had for years. Usually we also have pizza on Christmas Eve too, I don’t know if I’ll get that accomplished, but I’ll give it a try. OK, so how did this tradition begin? On Christmas Eve my mother, Betty, would fill the pick up truck with yummy platters of Christmas goodies. She would leave home by 9am or so and deliver Christmas blessings as far away as Canton, Missouri, where they also happened to have a Pizza Hut. Thus she started picking up pizza for our lunch that day. It was also our first day out of school for the holiday, so we kids got to sleep in while she was out doing her deliveries. Then; dad came home from the bank by noon and everyone jumped in helping to get ready for family Christmas at our home that evening. It was usually 2 soups, oyster stew and chili or oyster soup and potato soup. Then all the accouterments were there with crackers, summer sausage and cheese platters, pickles, celery, carrots, dip. Then came the big ‘Lane Cake’ from the garage refrigerator. A beautiful presentation, and so yummy. (Lane Cakes originated in the great state of Kentucky.)

Christmas morning was filled with early cinnamon rolls upon rising followed by a full egg breakfast around 10. Through the years the meal for Christmas did lots of changing. When I was very small it was a big dinner at my grandparents. In latter years it was a nice meal, but not all the ‘foo foo’ stuff, so everyone could enjoy the day.

‘If’ the weather was snowy the afternoon may have also included sledding or ice skating.

Now days Ervin and I like to take a drive on local country roads on Christmas afternoon. Our breakfast is still quite an affair, but our main meal is simple, and we enjoy the ambiance of Christmas Day.

I hope the season brings you comfort, joy and anticipation for what

lies ahead in 2026. ‘It is in giving, that we receive.’ Ponder that small statement for just a bit, Merry Christmas, The Covered Dish.

 

Tropical Ambrosia Salad or Dessert

1 (20 oz.) can pineapple, drained

1 (11 oz.) can drained, mandarin oranges

1 large mango or papaya cut into chunks

3 cups mini marshmallows

1 (10 oz.) jar maraschino cherries, drained

1 cup shredded coconut

½ cup chopped walnuts or pecans

Dressing

4 ounces sour cream

8 ounces whipped cream

1 tablespoon honey

¼ teaspoon cinnamon

Additional toasted coconut for garnish

Drain all fruits and place in bowl, along with nuts and coconut. In a separate bowl prepare the dressing. Carefully fold the dressing into the fruits. Sometimes I leave the mandarins til’ the very end because they are so easy to tear. Cover salad and toast the coconut for garnish over the salad or dessert.