Little Green Heron
Great Blue Heron
Black Crowned Night Heron
Beakful of elderberries (mockingbird)
That's right. Caffeine is my salvation, and through caffeine, all things are possible. Those who know me know that I got really sick last summer, and the gastroenterologist asked me how many servings I had of caffeine per day. I replied, "I don't know, like three?" (which was a total lie anyway). He thought I was lying, or an idiot, so he made me fill out a "caffeine work sheet." Apparently I was drinking not so much 3 servings a day, more like 12 to 15. MY BAD! Then I had to leave him and get some more coffee.
Fast forward almost exactly a year, and I have really backed off the caffeine. Which is hard, given my lifestyle. I drink more tea, and more water, and never get a large espresso drink anymore. But on some days, tuesday being one of those days, it's just not enough. I stopped at a gas station looking for my favorite emergency caffeinated crack pick-me-up:
Alas, Monster Loca Moca was not in stock. It's actually not that strong, and the reason I don't buy it on a daily basis is more related to the fact that there are an awful lot of useless calories in there, and I am trying to be a little more grown up about that type of crap. BUT the other afternoon I was crashing and needed something (and I HATE red bull), so I went with what appeared to be a logical choice: Rock Star Zero Carb.
Now, when your friendly neighborhood Swamp Thing picked it up out of the refrigerator case, I was SURE that the label said, "50% more caffeine than regular coffee." For me, at that moment, that was a great selling point. I drank the whole 16 oz can (like 2.5 servings) in about 15 minutes, and all of a sudden I got REAL cracked out and re-read the label. That's right, "50% more caffeine than REGULAR ROCK STAR." Not "than coffee." Plus all the guarine, tuarine, goji berries or whatever else crap is in there, windex, etc..
Dammit. I proceeded to act methed out around my boss and coworkers for the next 3 hours. I got "not enough" work accomplished and couldn't even keep my eyes focused on one thing, let alone keeping my brain focused. I went home, crashed AGAIN when the "Zero Carb" finally burned out, and did not go to the gym, or do anything useful at home that whole night. WTF.
So I am re-upping my commitment to behave myself with the caffeine (I swear it's easier with alcohol than caffeine) and keep it to 2 or 3 "real servings" a day. Now I need to go make some coffee before I head out to work....
Bog turtles enjoy a huge range of human-listed status, "Endangered" being the one most commonly used from state to state. One of the problems is that these guys do not like to be found, so we (wetland biologists) actually have no idea how many bog turtles there are. All we can do is calculate how many bog turtles we expect to live in high quality habitat, and multiply that times the amount of high quality habitat, and I guess that's how many turtles we have? Sound scientific? It's not! But it's the best we can do with these secluded guys.
So, as the continent warmed, humans expanded our range. The mammoths all died, either through hunting or as a result of climate change. By the 1800s, all the elk and bison had been removed from the east coast as well. Leaving a few deer, and lots of cattle. Bog turtles continued to do well through the mid-1900s thanks to poor grazing practices (allowing cattle to graze in wetlands), and once we stopped that, an interesting thing happened. The wetlands turned into different types of wetlands..........wetlands that cannot support bog turtles.
Now, Maryland DNR, Pennsylvania DEP, NYDEC, and other agencies are paying landowners to cut trees in wetlands, spray herbicide in wetlands, and even graze goats in wetlands, all to support the few remaining healthy populations of bog turtles.
It's a good thing....but it kinda makes you wish we hadn't killed all the bison. A debate for another time...........were our bison a separate species (extinct 1825), or plains bison. I want to see a Nerd Cage Match over that.
Justin's first-ever rockfish is a nice one!
We eventually limited out on fish that were barely legal (18"), with no fish over 24", and switched up our tackle to bottom rig fishing, to mess around with some croaker that hang out on the rock piles on the bottom of the Bay. One of the guys on the boat caught this nice 19.5" gold croaker. We landed the boat around midnight with over 100 fish in the cooler for 8 anglers.
The Boss Hogg Croaker - Citation Eligible at 19.5"
Not a bad night out...hard to beat for early July I guess!