Archive for May, 2011

Up on the River

Sunday, May 29th, 2011

Not since Mark Twain has any river rat captured the essence of the Mississippi River better than the late John Madson, with his 1985 classic, “Up on the River.”

Long out of print, the book now is available again, thanks to the University of Iowa Press and Bur Oak Books. It is appropriately subtitled “People and Wildlife of the Upper Mississippi.” Illustrations by Madson’s late wife, Dycie, interpret the rough edges and strong spirit of the river’s inhabitants.

Although Madson reigns supreme as a storyteller, he’s also an accomplished historian and wildlife biologist. Thus, “Up on the River” stands out as a both an entertaining read and a fact-filled natural history reference.

Madson, who was a native of Ames before he moved to the banks of the Mississippi north of St. Louis, Mo., doesn’t conceal his bias for the river between St. Paul and St. Louis, which he calls “the heart of America.”

“It is country that stands up on its hind legs and shows its limestone muscles, rising sublimely over a river that flows in broad running lakes and the tangled multitude of sloughs, cuts and side channels that wander through a fastness of wooded islands and floodplain forest,” he wrote.

Madson began exploring the river in the 1950s, during his time as a writer for the Des Moines Register and the Iowa Conservation Commission. His fascination for the Mississippi continued throughout his life. He met dozens of river characters that became the focus of his colorful yarns about commercial fishermen, clammers, hunters, game wardens, poachers, and bureaucrats. And Madson studied the valley’s rich and diverse wildlife community – from herons to mussels to muskrats to paddlefish.

Almost three decades ago, Madson also sounded the alarm about threats to the health of the Mississippi: soil erosion, chemicals, pollution, development, industrialization, invasive species. Sadly, most of those problems continue today.

“My real interest is in the physical and biological Upper River, in the vital people whose lives are so closely linked to it, and the dangers that beset what is left of the natural Mississippi,” Madson mused.

“And if,” Madson declared, “in the examination of these things, I happen to offend certain colonels of engineers, various farmers, industrialists, and proponents of unlimited barge traffic, I can only say that the offense is offered wholeheartedly and in the devout spirit of truculence!”

(OK, here comes the commercial:

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May: The BUSY month!

Tuesday, May 17th, 2011

Savoring wild plum blossoms

Hearing the first witchety-witchety calls of the yellowthroat

Listening to a chorus of other warblers – whether or not I can name the songsters

Watching the turkeys strut on the distant hill, oblivious to yelps from my box call

Thrilling to the unique chortle of a sandhill crane, then spying the lone speck of a bird circling against the white clouds

Searching in vain for elusive morels

Photographing the progression of wildflower blooms – from spring beauties to bluebells to bellworts to orchids to columbines

NOT having to search for ticks, which appear out of nowhere

Planting trees, and mulching trees, and watering trees

Planting the garden, and mulching the garden, and watering the garden

Sweating in the 90 heat while planting the garden . . .

Then covering the tomatoes to save them from the frost

Harvesting rhubarb

Eating rhubarb cake

Harvesting asparagus

Eating asparagus

Watching the parade of bright-orange orioles at our grape jelly feeders

Hearing those orioles’ cheery, musical whistles of thanks for the sweet treat

Chucking at the bundle of eyes, beaks, and pinfeathers in the successful bluebird nest

Peering back a the three-fourths grown great horned owl nestling, who is watching his new world from a nest in the cottonwood

Joining the curious millions to follow online as the Decorah eagles unwittingly share their intimate lives

Pulling – and cussing – and pulling garlic mustard

Catching the spring’s first bluegills from the pond

Why is there only one month of May?

With all the delights on Nature’s plate, there’s just no time to do everything that May demands . . . much less to sit at the computer and write a blog!