I bought $200 worth of Bentonite last week by telephone. I called the feed and seed store near Roundrock and put the purchase on my credit card. They held the 30 bags (yes, the price has gone up since last year — I blame transportation costs) until Saturday when a man recommended to me picked it up and carried it, along with his boat, to my lake and dumped all of it overboard. My hope is that this will find its way to the leaky bottom of the lake and seal the holes.
In the past, Libby and I have been limited in our application to how far we could throw the Bentonite from the edge of the water. Given that it is mostly powder (much like kitty litter), we didn’t throw it far, so we didn’t get it to where it was likely needed. But with the lake at full pool or nearly so (though I haven’t been there in three weeks, the rains have been good), a man with a boat could get on the water and spread the beneficial clay all over the place. And since the lake is full, the pressure pushing the water through the leaks is stronger. The hope is that this will also push the Bentonite deep into the leaks where it will do the most good.
I had thought about getting more Bentonite since this was a chance to apply it from a boat, but I don’t know how fair that would be to the man I’ve hired. We didn’t say exactly how many bags would be involved. I’d only told him I’d have “a couple hundred dollars worth” of the stuff for him to dump in the lake. I didn’t realize that would amount to 30 bags. I think he’d charge me double and call me names if he found twice that many bags waiting for him. I figure I’ll see how this amount of Bentonite works. If I can see a difference, and the lake is still high, I may hire him again.
This whole Bentonite maneuver is, of course, a reaction to the shock I received when I priced fish for stocking my lake. I decided that kind of money was probably better spent on fixing the leaks so I could stock it with free fish from the Conservation Department. We shall see.
With any luck, I’ll be out at Roundrock today. This day is my first chance in three weeks to get out there, and I’m hoping no other priorities present themselves. If I do make it down there, my agenda will probably include planting some fence posts along the southern property line that is unmarked as well as fooling around with the game cameras. There is still some fencing of pecan trees to be done. Also sitting in the comfy chairs under the shady tarp overlooking the lovely lake in my little bit of forest on the edge of the Missouri Ozarks.
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All of that flooding that you may have heard about in Missouri has not been around Roundrock, though I expect the ground to be soft there. Most of the Missouri flooding is actually very local, but there is a lot of it. Small communities with only one or two roads in and out of town can face big trouble when those roads are underwater. My brother lives in a small Missouri town, and there was some fear that he wouldn’t be able to join us all in St. Louis over the last weekend. He managed to find a detour, but he went home as soon as he could on Saturday and didn’t come back on Sunday.
What’s Pablo reading now? I’ve picked up a book called The Problem of Altruism by C.R. Badcock. I’ve been trying to understand the reasons people give themselves for not acting charitably toward others. I’m not sure this is the book to tell me, so if you have any suggestions, let me know.
- Redbuds begin blooming.
- Phoebes return this week.
Today in Missouri history:
- Thomas Reynolds, Confederate governor in exile of Missouri, commits suicide on this date in 1887, throwing himself down an elevator shaft after the death of his wife. Strangely, another Thomas Reynolds, a legitimate governor of Missouri, also died by his own hand forty years earlier.
- The native bluebird became the official state bird of Missouri in 1927.
- Missouriâ€™s fourth, and current, constitution became effective in 1945.