Looks good oldsouth. Thank you kindly.
I had a similar problem I solved with a .22 LR Hollow point (twice). You might consider it if it is a safe shot.I'm not sure if I'll get any sweet potatoes this year. I've been battling a ground hog that keeps eating the leaves. .
First of all -- Ya gotta love Caddy Shack and Baked beans. Then everything falls into place.That feller in "Caddy Shack" had the right idea.
I need to talk the wife into that cobbler.
Yesterday out of my love for her I decided to cook dinner. Here is the recipe:
1. Forget to soak the pinto beans the night before.
2. Have your mom tel you that she never soaks beans, just cookum.
3. Get out a six quart stock pot.
4. Grab the spider you used for breakfast and leave the bacon grease in it. Add some fat trimmings from the country ham your wife won't eat. (No problem dear, more for me.)
5. Cut up the biggest onion you can find and add it to the spider. Add a s&%t load of different spices.
6. Dump into saucepan and deglaze the spider with coffee.
7. Yer a good cook, you can make beans blindfolded, so don't bother to measure the beans, just go to the pantry and grab the bulk bean container and dump some in the pot with a "sploosh".
8. Add ham-hock and bring to a boil.
9. Watch the lid come off and say "Oh @#$%^&*! my wife is going to kill me!" and search frantically for a larger pot.
10. Grab your wife's small canning pot. Dump the contents from the 6 quart saucepan into the 4 gallon Granite ware canner and add more water. Your sister says "Not only do you buy in bulk, you cook in bulk."
11. Curse the dips&%t who put an electric stove in a farmhouse. Come to the conclusion that if you scorch the canner you will never hear the end of it. You must now change plans and convert the concoction to baked beans.
12. Go to the pantry and discover that you have eaten too many flap jacks since the last sorghum festival and you don't have enough sop sorghum. Search frantically for the brown sugar your wife put where normal folks would hide the rat poison. Add several fist fulls of brown sugar. Get one of those newfangled ketchup bottles that you squeeze and go sploooosh, splooooosh, splooosh. Do the same with mustard. And a lump of Pakistani black salt.
13. Attempt to put the pot in the oven designed by a pinko commie *** yuppy. Take out a rack. Lower the other one. Squeeze the pot in. Curse the yuppy because you can't gets the lid on. (Later, after a few sips from a mason jar you get a message from God that the beans turned out better without the lid.)
14. Attempt to explain to your wife why you made 3 gallons of baked beans.
That's just funny. You're going to fit in around here for sure.