Picking Apples Using A Pick Up Truck

posted in: Just Fun | 0
Social

Hoofddorp A humorous tale from my mother In law:

order Pregabalin It’s a beautiful, sunny, fall day and I decide to go apple picking from our King apple tree on a hillside by the pole barn. Normally, apples that fall, roll down the hill and whack the pole barn to stop themselves. About dusk, the deer come down from the woods and eat them.  This whole process goes on each day until they’re gone.

Well, today I grab a bucket and ladder to climb up the tree and shake it to get apples to fall down.  I start up the ladder and realized that the one bad hip isn’t going to support my weight when that leg is on the ladder step. So, I let the other leg be the one to get me up each step.  That works okay until I try to get up the tree. I find the other leg is necessary. So I come back down, then go get Dan’s good, long nylon rope & his pick-up to pick apples.   A big knot ball tied on the end helps weight the rope down while I throw it for about 10 minutes to try to get it over a big horizontal branch and then have the knotted end looped over it enough so I can reach it.   Then I can make a dumb-looking girl-knot that will hopefully keep the loop from pulling apart with tension.

I then bring enough rope down the hill and tie it around the hitch ball (or whatever you call it) on the pick up.  Now I take off with the pick up until it slides to a stop with my foot still on the gas. I back up and go forward in a rocking motion and think, “I must have emptied the whole tree of apples and the task has been accomplished.”  I go back to the tree and the leaves are moving a little and there’s about a bucket of apples on the ground.  By now, after hitting branches on the way down, stuff on the ground and the pole barn, half my work preparing them is done because they are already sliced, partly peeled or spongy and ready for sauce.  I’m picking up the pieces and putting them in my bucket and think I can hear an,  “OH CRUD!!!” coming from the direction of the woods. It’s almost dusk by now.   I look up into the tree and realize that Dan’s good nylon rope is tied around a large, unreachable branch.   OH CRUD!!!

FacebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedintumblrmailFacebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedintumblrmail

Leave a Reply

What color is grass?

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.