Originally posted by don_budge
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Walking out on the back 10…I came across an interesting sight. We have a ditch running along the rear of the property that drains excess water away. Funny thing is…some beaver or beavers have somehow made their way up the ditch and made themselves at home. I used to walk out there more often until my dog got older and it had been a couple years…maybe.
You've heard the expression "busy as a beaver". Now I understand. The beaver or beavers have made three dams…each a hundred meters or so from each other and they have the water so backed up the back property is looking like some sort of swamp. Not only this but it is hard to believe just how many trees these industrious little rascals have brought down using only their teeth. They love the birch and are very selective.
The construction of the dams are really quite interesting. Particularly more so when you don't have much to do. So I set about dismantling them and I have been working at it for six or seven days now. By now my friend the beaver, or beavers, has caught on and it is a battle of man against beaver. I take it down during the day and he is busy all night. I have him now…and you would not believe what went into making this structure.
There must be some "Beaver University of Engineering" because I swear you must have to go to school to learn this shit. You wouldn't think these guys are very smart but they certainly are industrious. It's interesting to study the construction as you are destructing it. The clever mix of twigs and mud along with larger branches the are intricately woven together to make something that not only holds back the water but takes a hell of an effort to dismantle.
I really hate messing with the beavers and I truly believe that they have every right to be where they are. It pains me to take down his work although it will certainly make a mess of our property if he goes unchecked. Today I finally reached the foundation of the thing and after nearly falling ass over teakettle a dozen times into the drink it seems that I am getting the upper hand. It is exhausting work and when I am done working on it I sit down on a log or a fallen tree or a large stone and just breath. The air is perhaps the cleanest in the world and it is so refreshing to be in a spot…where there aren't any people. Just the beaver…and some elk. Deer too.
I played tennis a couple of times this week as well. I am thinking deeply about my serve and my backhand. I have actually tweaked my "perfect motion" which leads me to believe that it wasn't perfect in the first place. What a surprise. But the Rick Macci "elbow, shoulder, shoulder" and "toss, tilt and bend" is a mind blowing experience. The other thing is that whenever possible…I under the guise of teaching have been using my backhand. The adjustment that I am making is one of strengthening my grip and concentrating on hitting the ball earlier and more aggressively when driving it. Inspired by the talk of one hand backhands, Wawrinka and Federer (Swiss models), and Project J. I'm a project too…why not. I did the continental thing a couple of years ago. John McEnroe style.
But the beaver got me thinking about the foundations of the game…and fundamentals. Nobody had to teach these guys how to build. They don't have any blueprints. No degrees. No certifications. Just really sharp teeth and determined attitudes. I really have come to be fond of these guys. I have been advised to eliminate them…the pesky little terrorists. But I really hate the thought of killing them. More so than than I care about people. These guys are absolutely doing what God put them here on this planet to do. They certainly don't seem to have an evil bone in their body. I guess I'll just play the game with them. They build by night and I take it down during the day. At least they will be too preoccupied to take down any more trees. You would not believe the size of the trees that they have toppled.
Terrorists. What is a terrorist? Don't they have children or pets? Why do people kill so many people? I don't think many beavers have killed many other beavers. I guess they are too busy minding their business…plus they don't have national security issues or interests. They are pretty much happy to have some good juicy stock to chew on. I'm actually becoming pretty fond of these guys. I go out to check on their work and looking forward to the day I catch sight of them.

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