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This website the ramblings of one man, Edward D. Clark, Jr., aka The Pithole Hermit, living on his land in a cabin, off-grid, in northwest Pennsylvania.
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Solar Panels
I realized yesterday that I have been so busy I never readjusted my solar panels beside the camper from their winter position. So I moved them today. I usually put the panels over by the camper because it is on the north side of the clearing where the sun shines.
The sun never shines on the cabin because it is in the trees and on the south side. Well, during the winter with no leaves on the trees the sun does get through.

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A Mountain Man is a Lonely Man
A mountain man’s a lonely man
And he leaves a life behind
It ought to have been different, but oftimes you will find,
That the story doesn’t always go that way you had in mind. – Jeremiah Johnson
But I wouldn’t want it any other way. Although I am more a hermit or forest gnome than a mountain man.…
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This Spotted Little Fawn…
never had a chance, because idiot people are always in a hurry to get nowhere. They all have to go as fast as they can down a dirt road.

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Boat Building
I am building a small jonboat for my daughter’s pond.
It is just 8 feet long. Mostly plywood.







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I call it The Sand Wich Project

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Actual Huckleberries
As I mentioned in my previous post, I call huckleberries any small, wild blueberries. Well, I decided to find out which ones actually are huckleberries.
In the large patch near me there are at least 3 different types of berries. Two of them look like normal blueberries but grow on low bushes or high bushes. Strangely enough these are called High Bush and Low Bush Blueberries. The 3rd one is a very high bush. The berries are darker. Almost black. And shiny. Blueberries have a dull coating on them. And these berries don’t have as much of a “crown” on them, as I call it, like blueberries do.
These are Black Huckleberries. They taste different, but good. The seeds are harder. They have what I consider an almost cherry taste.
In my several acre patch of berries, the Black Huckleberries appear to be the most abundant. Maybe because they grow above the rest. The blueberries are often hidden under the huckleberries. Also the blueberries seem to ripen sooner than the huckleberries. Although some berries from all are ripe at the same time. At this writing many blueberries are almost done while most of the huckleberries are just ripening.
But that varies a lot with amount of sunlight.
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I’m Your Huckleberry!
These are huckleberries for as far as the eye can see.
The strange thing is that they are a wide assortment of types of blueberries. Some huckleberries, some high bush, some low. I use the generic term huckleberry for any wild, smaller blueberries.
Last year there wasn’t one berry. This year they are loaded. Now if I could just get some ripe ones before the bears strip them clean. Bears don’t wait for them to ripen.…
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Blood on the Plow
Crows ate most of the corn seeds I planted before they sprouted. The rest they pulled out after they were growing. So I have resorted to the black arts before I replant.
(Note: The scary breathing is just the way my normal breathing sounds on video. Another reason I like being a hermit.)
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