Sunday, February 19, 2012

So I bought some rocks and a Drag'n tale

and was thinking... these are pretty cool. I got a rock thing, what can I say.

I bought rocks with Holes in them!
Hmmm, what can I do with these? Organize them?

That's a start - FCS Rocks!
They got a hole through them. My canned response on that observation? - Guess I'll make a spinner!


First, can I paint them?

Glow Red - FCS Hot Rocks
Took the paint and oven, no problem. Sweet, they look like fire ring embers. Hmmm, what next. Stay tuned for the final product. They're too chunky for a spinner, almost like a sinker...

I'm imagining a multi-propeller spinner jig, maybe bait it with some cut bait. Ice-fishing or enticing the root guarded vertical bank hiding trout, while stream fishing or off a boat on a drop off.

Hot Rocks next to Depth Charges

I like the affect of foil eyes on the glow paint


Curve ball time, I grew up picking them rocks in central Wisconsin... lots of them. Rocks have substance, they're heavy and hard. They sound good hitting the water.

Spring was a busy time, after the snow disappeared and the sun turned the plowed fields a little dusty.

As a farm kid, I had to drag them; one of my first introductions to the mindless state of repetitive bliss. No arguments or spoiled child - lawyer back talk - back then. Just get it done, it didn't go away. I was probably eleven.

Grease up the spring tooth drag, hook it up on the 8N Ford tractor's three point hitch, raise it and head out.

The biggest decision was whether to start in the center and work out, or start on the outside and work in. Drop the drag, set the teeth and jump back on. Up one side and back another. Over and Over and Over.

The noise of tractor and drag teeth hitting rocks becoming white noise, hypnotic in the constant repetition.

Your mind can't help but wander. Drift and organize, lost in the sound, sights and smells of moist soil baking in the spring sunshine.

Twenty seasoned black birds following close behind. Each looking for a meal on the sluggish earthworms turned up in the sod.

Keep a constant speed and just follow the contrasting colors of brown as the plow furrows disappear under the drag.

We had to wait a few days before picking rocks. Give the sun time to dry the soil again and let this years rock crop show up. Field stone reflects sun differently then soil.  I've been told a glacier from some Ice Age, millons of years before, melted and left them them here for me to pick.

That's about it for the drag'n tale, think I'll make the rock picker tale another day.

6 comments:

argosgirl said...

The hot rocks look super cool! I'd try those out :) And your tale of dragging for rocks reminds me of many days walking through paddocks and the outdoor ring at a farm I used to ride at, picking up all the rocks I could see, in the hopes it would keep the horses from tripping over them.

John Delaney said...

Things may come to those that wait, but only what's left. a.k.a. Never hurt's to ask, I'll see what I can do! Send me some jumbo perch pictures caught on the depth charges or these and they're yours~!

WDSTK3 said...

Rock picking...spring of the year and things a bit wet out...even foggy at times. The red gumbo mud was horrible. An old diesel crawler with a gas starter engine hooked to a stone boat. Would gather rocks from around, move ahead and do it again until the boat was full. Climb on the Cat and head for a narrow corner of the field where the rock pile was located and unload the boat. Back in the late 50s-early 60s $1 per hour was good money for a teenage kid.
By the way,the spinners are outstanding as usual.

John Delaney said...

You know the drill! I've done the dray deal too. Dad made one out of black walnut. Heavy as a tank, but would float over the wet spring bottoms fine. Tractor a different story. Didn't have a Cat though my dad would have buried it regardless. Used to dread watching him headed out to the tree line with all the springs. Tractor buried up to the seat sometimes. Go get the neighbors or if lucky for a tree around, the 100 lb come along he brought back from somewhere. LOL.

WDSTK3 said...

Sounds like we worked on different farms together! LOL

Tammy said...

They are works of art :)
It almost seems a shame to drop them in the lake.