Could the cattle like their forage a little bit more crisp?
Guest post by Clemson student Sophia Marek I have no idea where I’m going. No, seriously. The dirt road traversing the ranch is familiar now, but once we stray from it, entering the abyss of nature, how could I know where we’re going? I’ve never been here before. And, to add to that, I am facing the complete opposite way where I’m sitting on the truck more focused on the bumps than if we’re turning right or left. That being said, once we get to the plot, find the marker (or guesstimate where it once was), I know exactly where I am going. East 15 paces, then North, then west to complete the square. Our group has only been doing this for about 5 days maybe, but we’ve hit our groove. These plots don’t know what hit ‘em. By this time, we have visited plots from all four treatment plans, and each is different but also the same. Depending on where the site is located, a corner could be on a 45-degree hill and have little vegetation with pine needles everywhere, or it could be blooming with a...
