Stealing Away on Independence Day
We had a very mild winter and a very hot spring which means a really early honey flow season. This means I should have stolen honey probably sometime in May or June…but I put it off….and put it off…and… well, it’s time. I asked Steady if he could help me this year because I thought I would die last year hauling all my boxes up my stairs and this year I have 3 rather than just the 2 hives. He agreed, but given his work load {and extensive social schedule} his only available time was the morning of July 4th.
Side bar: Now, I don’t know how many of you have had the pleasure of enjoying a 4th of July in Tega Cay, SC but I can tell you it doesn’t get better than this. It is my favorite holiday and quite possibly my favorite day of the entire year. Generally, it begins at around 8am when my favorite friend (who’s about 15 years younger than me) knocks on the door and we walk up to the main street where the parade takes place. People actually set out their chairs around 7am to be sure they get a good spot {as though there are enough people in Tega Cay to block anyone’s view}. Then we walk to Windjammer where the Carolina Show Ski Team performs…yes our town still believes in skiing in pyramids with 3-year-old girls on the shoulders of their fathers. Then the canoe joust which is so much fun until my FF gets knocked out and then I am convinced the whole thing is rigged. Around that time the boat parade begins which coincidentally ends promptly at lunch time so we travel to a neighbor’s for the first meal. Then all the strange holiday times of eating begin…someone’s house at 2, my house at 4, and so on. We lay in the sun, eat and once it begins getting dark it is time for fireworks. Not just any fireworks, but fireworks over Lake Wylie where the lights look twice the size as they are reflected over the water. There are almost as many lights in the sky as there are boat lights on the water; it is a sea of boats. As soon as the finale wraps up we play chicken with our lives hoping all the other boat drivers have a little experience, are still somewhat sober and aware of all the lives surrounding them; the lake turns into an ocean at this point. We arrive home and eat leftovers for 3 days after the greatest day of the year.
But this year we begin at 7am, loading up equipment and heading to the hives. Steady starts the smoker {just in case}, it’s already in the 80’s, we gear up and head down. Stealing the honey actually went really well. We downsized the hives to 3 boxes each and took a good amount of frames {10 gallons of honey!} and neither of us got stung! We headed back to Steady’s house and I began extracting. Once I was finished I headed home to set out the drawn comb, allowing the bees to clean out any honey I missed and take it back to the hive. When I pulled into the driveway it began to rain so I decided to wait until it passed to grab the boxes out of the back of my open jeep. {Right about now you should be remembering that I am an amateur beekeeper} I went out an hour later and my jeep, the boxes and the driveway were covered with yellow jackets, wasps and a few honey bees. I only had about an hour before guests would arrive for the 4th! At this point I didn’t have any gear so I got brave and grabbed the first box, moved it away from the jeep. I went to grab the second and the one it was stacked on came with it…only long enough for it to then drop to the driveway….angering all the insects! I screamed and ran. I then stopped to snap this picture for you all:
And if you’re looking really close, you’ll see…that’s right…that box on the left, it’s upside down. No getting around that, if I lift the box all frames fall out and insects get even angrier! I did finally get everything moved to the back yard with only 1 casualty {32 stings now total} but the damage was already done. The bees knew there was honey there and they weren’t giving up. I actually had to drive my jeep out of the drive and onto the interstate before they would leave it…that had to be a site to see…the jeep leaving a trail of honeybees as it went by! Our guests were a little leery to walk by the swarming insects but no one other than me was stung that day.
Needless to say July 4th was as good as ever in 2012!