Tuesday, January 28, 2014

They drop it, we pick it up.

 
Before sunrise Dave is up painting the long drops. What is a long drop? In South Africa when you go camping the servants dig a hole for the white folks to relieve themselves. That is a long drop. Dave is the mother all volunteers. What other guy over eighty would get up and paint long drops before sun up, and Dave does it right.

Kadizzle made a big mistake. Kadizzle told Dave “ If you need anything done let me know”. Those are the wrong words for Dave. Later Dave showed up with two grabbers, a bucket and some garbage bags. Dave said he had picked up the rodent litter south on the Salt, but someone needed to patrol North. Since Kadizzle needed some exercise he set off along the Salt River in search of garbage prizes. Since Dave had been on steady patrol for over a month there was very little litter near the campground. However the littler does manage to come down the river. Kadizzle first found a football. Everything was looking pretty good until Kadizzle made it farther north. Then the damage done by the industrial rodents began to appear, first a whiskey bottle, several bottles with the water, beer or gatorade still in them and a few other goodies.

As Kadizzle walked along the river bank he thought about how to combat the rodents that litter. Kadizzle decided to start the rumor among the fishermen and others that there were hidden cameras aimed at catching the rats that ruin the landscape.

While Kadizzle rummaged among the bushes looking for the rat droppings of inconsiderate scum he noticed a fisherman. Kadizzle asked the fisherman to report to the camp host anyone littering. Before long Kadizzle realized the fisherman did not speak a word of English. The fisherman had the appearance of an illegal immigrant. When Kadizzle approached him he noticed a bag full of what appeared to be dirt. Beside the fisherman were two usable bed pillows. Perplexed Kadizzle wondered if the man was sleeping on the river bank. If the pillows were not the fisherman's then they were litter and should be removed. By using sign language and what little Spanish Kadizzle could speak Kadizzle managed to determine the pillows were trash. To very they were trash Kadizzle opened the garbage bag an put them in. As Kadizzle left the fisherman came over to him with something out of the dirt bag. It was dried horse manure. In Spanish the fisherman was asking something about the horse manure. Kadizzle thought he wanted to burn it for a fire. That was wrong. The fisherman broke up the manure and sprinkled it at the base of a tree. Kadizzle began to get the idea. The fisherman wanted to know if he could take the horse droppings home and use them in his garden. Kadizzle finally got the message across that it was fine. He could have all the horse shit he wanted. If only Kadizzle could speak Spanish he could have told the fisherman to tune in to Rush Limbaugh for more.

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