I hope you at least filled up on blackberries.Blackberry bushes, that doesn't sound good. One time I was on a trail riding a 4 wheeler and there was a tree across the trail. Got off and try to move the end of the tree at the edge of a very steep hill side. To steep to climb up without a rope. The tree move and I fell head first over the bank that was covered with blackberries vines about 6' tall. Was flipping end over end for about 75' through the vines. Stopped at the bottom and it knocked the breath out of me and another man on a 4 wheeler stopped on the trail, couldn't see me but ask if I was OK. Took a little while to answer. Bleeding all over and a broken tree limb ran into my leg about 3/4". Doc said, lucky I didn't get a broken back. Small cuts from top to bottom on both sides from all the blackberry vines.
I remember a friend who survived the Bataan Death March & Japanese captivity talking about how they got their digestive systems working properly again.In 1952 on Grandfathers farm, the chickens got a disease and died. Same for the hogs. Gardens didn't do very good, but the black berries did very well and we picked washtubs full and canned them. We ran out of food in the middle of winter and all we had to eat for almost 2 months was the canned black berries. Then about the end of March the dandelions, poke greens, etc started to come up and helped. Then a cow had a calf and wasn't long that we had fresh milk. Nothing ever tasted so good. Missing a few meals for 3 or 4 days is nothing like long term hunger. In the movies you see people that has been without food for a while try to eat as fast as possible, its just the opposite, you digestive system shuts down and its very hard to start eating again. Very , very small amounts at first. That was also a very hard winter and we had 3' snow drifts inside the house. Beside the sidewalk to my hanger is a large flat sandstone seat that was the back of the fireplace were I thought we were going to freeze to death that winter
I still like blackberries.
I read a book written by a guy that survived the ditching of his bomber in the Pacific. The crew got out and into a couple of rubber dinghies. They were in those boats for weeks, with nothing safe to drink other than rainwater, and pretty much nothing to eat other than what fish might jump into the boat.In the movies you see people that has been without food for a while try to eat as fast as possible, its just the opposite, you digestive system shuts down and its very hard to start eating again. Very , very small amounts at first.
Used to work with a man that survived the Butan Death March.I remember a friend who survived the Butan Death March & Japanese captivity talking about how they got their digestive systems working properly again
Dad was picking huckleberries. Those are always found wild, always in the forest. He hears something moving around a few feet away, so stood up to see what it was. A black bear stood up. They looked at each other for a minute, then each went their separate ways.As I was working, I heard something falling through the brambles. It sounded like a bowling ball smashing its way down. Then it was moving erratically through the patch on the ground. Of course I had to know what the heck was making all that racket. Eventually I found an incredibly FAT drunk rat.
That rat was eating yesterday's berries. You know, the berries that are past their prime and are starting to ferment.I'm going to lighten the mood with my blackberry story. Before the infestation of Japanese beetles, blackberries were plentiful here. One day I was picking a bunch to make some beer. A nice blackberry wheat beer for summer. As I was working, I heard something falling through the brambles. It sounded like a bowling ball smashing its way down. Then it was moving erratically through the patch on the ground. Of course I had to know what the heck was making all that racket. Eventually I found an incredibly FAT drunk rat. It's paws and face were purple. It was trying to escape from me in a drunken stupor. It couldn't even walk or run straight and kept falling over. That was good for a giant belly laugh.
Thanks, that's how you spell Bataan.One point of order, not to be snarky but just so people don't get the wrong associations. Bhutan is a little country in the Himalayas between China and India, isolated and they keep it that way, but nothing to do with WWII. The Bataan death march was on the Bataan Peninsula near Manila Bay on Luzon Island in the Philippines.
Driving slow down the road in King’s Canyon Sequoia park, we drove past a bear Cub curled up around a berry bush on the edge of the road, happily gnawing on the fermented berries without a care in the world or concern about the people passing by.That rat was eating yesterday's berries. You know, the berries that are past their prime and are starting to ferment.
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