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If you’re thinking I look familiar, that’s because you might know me as Heather Evans from Moscow, Idaho. If you don’t know me, allow me to introduce myself: I’m Heather Niccoli and this is my husband, Tony. We are so proud that you are holding our premier issue in your hands! I have worked in the magazine industry for many years, first as a writer and then as an editor. When Tony and I decided to relocate after marrying in May, we knew the Palouse would be perfect for us and perfect for launching our longtime d dream: Home&Harvest Magazine. Supporting our local community and offering positive, meaningful media is something we’ve always believed in. That’s why we’re covering topics on what we all enjoy: Hunting, DIY, Cooking, Music, and so much more. I’m also pleased to announce that every issue of Home&Harvest will include a small section of my online magazine: HaveHeart. (www.haveheartmagazine.com) HaveHeart is a meaningful media magazine dedicated to celebrating the beauty in every woman, every size, every shape, and any age. We never alter our models in Photoshop. Besides HaveHeart, check out what Reloadin’ Joe (page 53) has to say about the art of reloading your own ammunition, get some awesome perspective from a local female pilot (page 10), and enjoy some holiday drink recipes (page 24) that you’ll go gaga over. We also interviewed an awesome young couple who are 5th generation farmers (54) and a few good reasons why you should be shaving your ‘stache this November (48). Finally, this magazine is free and always will be free thanks to our incredible advertisers. We can’t tell you how much we appreciate your support. Home&Harvest would simply not exist without you! All of you truly showed what it means to support local business, especially one that’s just starting up. It is truly an honor to have you in this publication. So, readers, as you thumb through our pages, please take note of these amazing businesses and take advantage of what they have to offer. We hope you enjoy Home&Harvest as much as we have enjoyed creating it. Here’s to a wonderful holiday season, the beautiful Palouse, and celebrating the very first issue of Home&Harvest Magazine!
Heather Niccoli, Editor In Chief
Ruthie Prasil|Dawn Evans Joe Evans|Miranda Fenley Tony Niccoli|Heather Niccoli Ben Schoeffler|Carol Traulsen L.J. Bake|Jean Crawford Evans|Jenifer Rossini Emory Ann Kurysh|Annie Gebel|Serena Thompson
Dana Rand Photography Dave Dail Photography Bird In The Hand Photography
Cover Image: Shannon Michelle Photography
eyes turned skyward
in this issue a simple recipe fresh from the Farm Chicks kitchen
huckleberry peach pie
an aspiring female pilot has quite a message about local aviation
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playing in the dirt
a young coupleâ€™s life as 5th generation farmers
is your car ready for winter? hereâ€™s how to prepare it
the easiest, sweetest gift idea
diy snow globe
redeening what beauty means in media
joe evans on the art of reloading your own ammunition
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kyward words|photos by L.J. Bake
arrived on the Palouse a decade ago, ready to attend the University of Idaho and find the wide-open freedom I longed for. Enamored with the idea of flight since childhood, I loved catching a glimpse of the fortunate ones who slipped the surly bonds of earth: hilltop-skimming crop dusters, clockwork Horizon Turboprops lumbering into the regional airport, a corporate jet flirting with the speed of sound, and backcountry-conquering Cessnas, Pipers and Maules. I believed all belonged to the better-offs, people with money, time and talent in spades, and that aviation wasnâ€™t accessible to normal folks like me. I met John in the fall of 2011, through mutual friends. As we got to know each other, I learned that he (though only twenty-something and with an average-ish income from the Army) held a private pilot license. Whatâ€™s more, he had his own plane. My curiosity piqued and I learned that his plane, though in excellent repair and beautiful to behold, cost less than most new cars. I found out that private pilots need only a basic medical exam and a few dozen hours of instruction and flight time, and that these things can be had for a few thousand dollars. He also helped me understand that small planes are really quite safe, and that there are airstrips and airports just about everywhere you could ever want to go. Home&Harvest
John called me one Sunday morning and invited me to join him for a flight. I promptly drove out to the Moscow-Pullman airport, where I saw silver wings glinting in the autumn sun as I approached. I watched them drop down to the tarmac, coming to a smooth, short stop. I parked and met John at one of the walk-through gates, and he escorted me to the plane. I couldn’t help but note that I had gone from driving on Airport Road into a seat ready for take-off in a span of less than five minutes, which did not involve emptying my pockets, throwing away my lip gloss, taking off my shoes, full-body scans, or blue-gloved TSA agents. I was pretty confident I was already having the best flying experience of my life. After a pre-flight check, John lined the plane up with the centerline of the runway and opened the throttle. We picked up speed and suddenly but smoothly levitated upward. I felt much more connected to the raw experience of flight than I ever had in a commercial jet. There was little separating me from the open air outside, but I was comfortable and secure. I watched the earth drop away as the plane climbed. I couldn’t help but smile, uncontrollably – the kind of smile that hurts your cheeks after a while- as I saw a brand-new Palouse spreading wide below me. The rolling hills were a patchwork pattern of harvested farm fields and tilled soil. The Kibbie Dome was an unmistakable white half-barrel gleaming in the sun. Moscow Mountain was lush with tiny evergreens, crisscrossed by deer trails and back roads. We soared over a ridgeline and rode the wind sweeping down the other side. “So… what happens if the engine dies?” I asked, somehow forgetting everything I knew about physics. “Does this thing just fall out of the sky?” John laughed and cut the power to the engine. The plane went quiet. Of course, we didn’t fall out of the sky- we merely began to glide, suspended silently by silver wings, aiming now for an open field near Kamiak Butte. John talked me through the process of an emergency landing, from pitching the plane for best glide performance to calling in on the radio. His proficiency was confidence-inspiring. I realized I had much to learn. Moreover, I realized I desperately wanted to learn. I wanted this to be mine. Home&Harvest
I wanted the freedom of soaring through the heavens without buying a ticket to get there. I was hooked, addicted, sold. Since that first flight, I have seen beautiful, remote wilderness, and landed in places I wasn’t always sure we’d get back out of. I have met interesting, intelligent, amazing pilots, old and young, male and female, from all walks of life. I am still working toward my own license, and will get there in due time.
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Less than one percent of Americans are private pilots, while three-quarters of us have a driver’s license. I don’t imagine the skies will ever be as crowded as the interstate (and selfishly hope they aren’t), but I feel a downright obligation to spread the word about general aviation. Contrary to popular beliefs, which were once even mine, aviation is accessible, affordable, and safe. If you want to really know the earth we walk every day here on the Palouse, don’t miss the chance to see it from the air.
geocaching the palouse
Have you been out to your favorite park on the Palouse and noticed people wandering around, looking at a little device in their hands and acting a little bit furtive, like they are trying to find something without other people noticing? If you have, you have most likely encountered a geocacher in the wild. What is a geocacher you ask? A geocacher is a person who is on a high tech treasure hunt. The treasure is a cache, usually a container that has been hidden somewhere and then the coordinates are posted. Containers range from really small, just big enough to hold a slip of paper to write your name on, to larger containers that contain the log and other items. Geocaching is a fun activity that everyone in the family can enjoy. It is a great way to get out and about, explore new places, meet new people and simply have a great time. The object of the hunt is to find the cache and sign the log. The bigger caches sometimes have little things you can exchange for something from the cache. If there are other items in the cache for trade I will pick something and leave a small toy. Some things I have gotten are little items like marbles, little plastic toys and little odds and sods. I eventually will leave those in other caches in trade for new items. The caches are hidden so that it doesn’t damage its surroundings, so no digging is required. Caches are hidden with permission, especially when on public propertywhere sometimes caches have caused some consternation when found by people who aren’t familiar with the game. The hubby and I got into geocaching a few years back when he picked up a second hand GPS device. GPS is the Global Positioning System which is made up of satellites circling the Earth that send signals that you can then use the device to determine your exact (or almost exact) location on the ground. Nowadays you don’t need to buy a dedicated device, pretty much all new smart phones come equipped with GPS, so it is simply a matter of downloading an app, especially if you aren’t at all sure geocaching is your thing. Home&Harvest
The one we use is c:geo, an app for Android phones. There are also a number of apps available for iPhones through the Apple Store. First stop is to sign up for a basic membership at Geocaching.com, it is free. BTW, I’m MizJean and my hubby is CaptainQuack, pleased to meet you! Then check out the Geocaching 101 page at http://www.geocaching.com/guide/ to find your location and see what is around you. I then click to navigate to it, in our case we start off with navigating by car, but there are also directions for bicycle or walking as navigating choices. Follow the route to the general area. Don’t forget to dress for the weather and possible conditions. Comfortable shoes are a must. Even some of the easiest caches require traversing some distance and may involve getting a bit dirty. So, let’s start with a very easy cache. It is a virtual cache called “How friendly are you?” and is a good place to start exploring Moscow and the Palouse if you are fairly new to the area. It is listed with a difficulty of finding of 1 out of 5 and a terrain of 1 out of 5 (1 being the easiest and 5 the most difficult). And what is a virtual cache? Rather than finding a physical cache with a container you are looking for a location. Usually there is a question to be answered or picture taken and sent to the person who created the cache before you can officially log the find. While there are no new virtual caches being created for Geocaching. com, there are still plenty out there to find. Spend some time looking around, using your GPS to get near the cache and follow the clues in the cache description. Don’t be too obvious, can’t let the muggles see you. Oh, muggles? What geocachers call non-geocachers. Once you find the cache look at the questions in the description of the cache as part of logging your find you will be sending the answers to the cache creator, which you can do via Geocaching.com when you go to log your find. That’s it, your first geocache, a very easy one for sure, but there are lots of others out and around the Palouse and this is just the start. If you have caught the bug, there is a Yahoo group for local geocachers called Palouse Geocachers at https:// groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups.pnwgc/ info where you can meet and connect with other local geocachers and ask questions. We love to give tips and advice! Have fun! Home&Harvest
Share your memories! We live in an area rich with history, one filled with laughter, memories, good times and lots of change. We want to hear your stories! What do remember best about your childhood? Do you have a funny story, once owned a business in town or remember hanging out with friends at a local hot spot?
Please email your stories and photos to: firstname.lastname@example.org and we might just publish it!
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flame By Tony Niccoli
I’m going to start a sentence and I want you to finish it. “As American as…” I bet I know exactly where you went with that one. Everyone playing this game should have said, “Budweiser, pickup trucks, the Dallas Cowboys, Nascar, Jazz, and the second amendment.” Just kidding, I know you all said “Apple Pie!” And it’s no surprise, as that is one of the most recognizable phrases in our modern vernacular. But it’s a lie! Apple pie isn’t American – apples didn’t even grow in America until the pilgrims brought them from Europe. And they brought all their recipes for pie with them. I say we take a stand and change the phrase. From now on I’m saying “As American as BBQ!” Even if our great country can’t take credit for cooking meat over fire (some anthropologists say that homo erectus beat us to that title about one million years ago) we can definitely claim the honors for perfecting the culinary art that is modern barbecue. For my first article in this series – devoted to meat on flame, or in this case meat on smoke – I decided to talk a little about where it all began. This ain’t every day grilling or searing – real barbecue is low and slow. It takes patience and love. It’s the delicate play of smoky wood and fresh meat. Whether you prefer Carolina, Memphis, Kansas City, or Texas style barbecue, winter is a perfect time to enjoy it. If you can keep your indirect fire at 225 degrees for long periods of time you can barbeque. In the summer I love to sit outside by my grill enjoying a beer while tending to the meat. But in the winter, I hate having to stand out in the cold for 20 minutes or run in and out of the house every time I need to rotate or flip the meat. With barbecue I get my smoke going and then head back in the house for a few hours before my first check. Home&Harvest Home&Harvest
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The colder temperatures also help if you are trying to use a charcoal or gas grill for smoking – in the summer it can be really difficult not to overheat without perfect air control. So take the time this winter season to get reacquainted with the only truly American cuisine. Simple smokers are easy to build – or if you are less inclined to DIY, they are always on sale this time of year. Get your favorite beer, a zinfandel, or better yet- some sweet tea and slow down a little. Barbecue is worth the wait. I love to throw steaks and burgers directly on the flame, but nothing beats the slow smoke of real barbeque. And with everyone saying that this is going to be long winter you’ll have plenty of time to experiment with different woods, rubs, and sauces.
Start your barbeque experiments just after the Thanksgiving leftovers have run out and keep them going until you go back to roasting hotdogs on summer fires. That should give you plenty of time to develop the patience and love of smoke cooking meats. Low and slow- and a real American tradition.
“Went in to Alexandria to a barbeque and stayed all night.” (George Washington his diary 27,you 1769) I’m going to start from a sentence andMay I want to finish it. “As American as…” Now that’s asIAmerican as BBQ! bet I know exactly where you went with that one. Everyone playing this game should have said, “Budweiser, pickup trucks, the Dallas Cowboys, Nascar, Jazz, and the second amendment.” Just kidding, I know you all said “Apple Pie!” And it’s no surprise, as that is one of the most recognizable phrases in our modern vernacular. But it’s a lie! Apple pie isn’t American – apples didn’t even grow in America until the pilgrims brought them from Europe. And they brought all their recipes for pie with them. I say we take a stand and change the phrase. From now on I’m saying “As American as BBQ!” Even if our great country can’t take credit for cooking meat over fire (some anthropologists say that home erectus beat us to that title about one million years ago) we can definitely claim the honors for perfecting the culinary art that is modern barbecue.
For my first article in this series – devoted to meat on flame, or in this case meat on smoke – I decided to talk a little about where it all began. This ain’t every day grilling or searing – real barbecue is low and slow. It takes patience and love. It’s the delicate play of smoky wood and fresh meat.
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4-6 oz clamato | ½ t horseradish 2 oz vodka | tabasco to taste 2 shakes worcestershire sauce dash celery salt | dash paprika garnish: pimiento olives | pickles | celery pickled asparagus | lime wedge pepperoncini | lemon wedge
by Ruthie Prasil
juice ½ orange | juice ¼ lemon juice ¼ lime | 1 oz simple syrup 2 oz club soda | 1 oz dark rum gently mix and garnish with an orange
juice ½ grapefruit juice ½ lime 1 oz simple syrup 1/3 C pomegranate seeds 1 ½ oz gin mix all ingredients and shake it up Home&Harvest
juice ½ orange | juice ¼ lemon | juice ¼ lime 1 oz simple syrup | 2 oz club soda palm full of huckleberries 1 oz vodka and ¾ oz huckleberry liqueur stir and serve
¾ cup honeycrisp apple cider 1 oz dark rum dash cinnamon | dash nutmeg squeeze of lemon wedge mix together in a small saucepan over medium heat. garnish with a cinnamon stick, orange wedge + apple
Kitchen: Annie Gebel
1 pound ground beef 1 pound ground sausage (or ground pork) 1 pound stew meat 1 pound diced bacon 1 pepper, finely diced 1 onion, finely diced 1 bulb of garlic, minced 28 ounce can of diced tomatoes 28 ounce can of crushed tomatoes
Brown meats and put them in the slow cooker. Using the same pan, cook peppers, onions, and garlic. Add them to the pot and cover with diced and crushed tomatoes. Mix the chili all together and let it hang out. Since everything is cooked through, you can let the flavors mingle for as long as you want or need, but at least a few hours on low so everybody gets happy!
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1 (18.25 ounce) package yellow cake mix or lemon cake mix 2 1/2 cups quick cooking oats 3/4 cups margarine, melted 1 cup raspberry jam 1 tablespoon water
Kitchen: Jenifer Rossini directions:
Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Grease a 9x13 inch pan. In a large bowl, mix together oats, cake mix, and melted margarine so that it makes nice clumps and there is no dry mix left. Press 1/2 of the oats mixture evenly into the bottom the prepared pan. In a separate bowl, mix berries with water, and spread over the crust. Sprinkle the remaining oat mixture evenly over the top. Bake in the preheated oven for 18 to 23 minutes, or until the top is lightly browned. Cool before cutting into bars. Enjoy!
huckleberry peach pie Ingredients 2 Discs Grandmaâ€™s Pie Dough 5 cups peaches, sliced (about 5 medium peaches) 1/2 cup huckleberries 3/4 cups granulated sugar 4 tablespoons all-purpose flour 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
Directions Prepare the dough and lattice strips. Heat the oven to 400 degrees F. Roll out one of the disks of dough on a lightly floured surface to 1/8-inch thickness, transfer to a 9-inch pie pan and trim, leaving 1/2-inch overhang. Set aside and keep chilled. Roll the remaining disk of dough to 1/8-inch thickness and about 13 inches in length. Cut 10 one-inch strips using a pizza wheel or fluted pastry cutter. Lay strips on a parchment paper-lined baking sheet, cover with plastic wrap, and chill until ready to use. Make the pie. Toss the peaches, huckleberries, sugar, flour, and cinnamon together in a large bowl. Pour the filling into the prepared pie pan. Lay 5 of the dough strips lengthwise over the pie. Gently bend back every other strip and slide one of the remaining 5 strips down crosswise (and beneath the bent strips) to the end of the pie. Flip the lengthwise strips back to lay flat and bend the alternate lengthwise strips back. Slide another remaining strip down crosswise, placing it about 1 inch above the previous. Flip the lengthwise strips back, and repeat the process until all of the crosswise strips are placed. Trim the strip ends, leaving a 1/2-inch overhang. Fold the bottom crust over the lattice strips and crimp together. Chill for 10 minutes. Bake until fruit is bubbling and crust is golden brown -- 50 to 55 minutes. Cool on a wire rack.
kitchen: Serena Thompson
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10 fall gardening tips
By Carol Traulsen The transition of seasons means an end to the bounty of the summer garden, but for gardeners there’s still work to do. Here’s a quick list of things to prepare your garden for fall. It’s time to clean up. Remove debris, dead leaves, weeds, and spent plants from the garden and any water features you have (such as fountains). You don’t want the dead leaves clogging up the works. Freshen up the soil. Add bone meal, fresh top soil or mulch. Do the same if you container garden. Fresh soil will help if you plan to plant cool weather crops. Plant your cool weather crops and spring bulbs. Crops like broccoli, cabbage, beets and bulbs like tulips and daffodils are ideal. A little planning and you’ll have veggies all winter and lovely flowers come spring. I know you’re expecting me to say prune your trees right? Don’t! Leave it for the dead of winter or early spring if you must. Most gardeners do too much. Pruning really does more harm than good. It will stimulate growth when they are trying to go dormant With the exception of fruit trees most plants don’t need it. Fertilize your lawn. Use a slow release fertilizer with nitrogen. The ideal time is when the lawn has stopped growing but before the first frost. This assures a quick green up come spring. Home&Harvest
Rake and compost leaves. This seems obvious but the dead leaves can do more good on a compost heap or used as mulch around plants or on top of your cooler weather seedlings. Drain and put away hoses, clean and sharpen gardening tools before storing them. Dig up your herbs. Allow them to dry out or transplant them into a pot inside. If you still have unripe tomatoes and the frost is fast approaching, pull the vines up by the roots and hang them upside down in a cool, dark place to finish ripening. Transplant your rhubarb strawberries and raspberries well before the first light frost so that the plants have time to develop roots. These kinds of plants can deplete the soil so every three to four years so youâ€™ll need to find a new location for them.
Helpful hints from all of us at Shull... 1. Make sure your lawn mower and other power equipment is properly winterized. 2. Get a headstart on spring fertilize in the falll 3. Why would you bag your grass clippingss Take advantage of the many beneets of mulching. 4. Donnt hang your yellowjacket trap over your patio table. Away from human and pet activity is the way to go. 5. Spiderss No problem, give us a call.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS from Shull Brotherss
By Tony Niccoli
My wife looked at me like I was crazy when I was winterizing her car this year. Maybe it was because I was wearing shorts in 95 degree late-August heat, and was asking her if she knew where her snow scraper had gone. But that’s just me. I like to be prepared, and I like to buy supplies when they are really cheap. Like snow chains in the summer. I’m not saying August was my last check for our vehicles, just that it was when I started. If you haven’t even considered winterizing your car or truck don’t worry – winter is still months (or weeks, or days, or minutes) away and we have a list of easy tips that anyone can understand and follow. Emergency Kit – Do this first. It will be the most important part of your winter preparation. Your car should have fresh water, trail mix, a blanket, warm gloves, and an extra coat (additional coats for children or anyone else that is very commonly in the car as well). Make sure you aren’t using your best pair of gloves or they will never stay in the emergency kit and won’t be there if you ever need them. A few flares, motor oil, wiper fluid, coolant and a small shovel won’t take up much extra room in the trunk or behind a seat in a truck. Tire Pressure – Has the temperature just dropped by 50 degrees? If so, your tire pressure has likely dropped by 5 to 10 pounds. Traction is already a major concern in the winter– make it a habit to closely monitor your tire pressure so you always have the most grip possible. Doughnuts are delicious with coffee but terrible in traffic so remember that the pressure stamped on the side of the tire is the maximum and not necessarily what works best with your vehicle. Tire Choice – Given a choice between 4-Wheel Drive, All-Wheel Drive, or a set of real snow tires thrown on car with no ABS and no traction control, I’ll take the winter tires every time. Having all the wheels turning is fantastic when you need to get moving but once the car is at speed having better grip is what keeps you right-side-up and out of the neighbor’s lawn. And if you plan to go up to the mountains, invest in a set of chains early because you don’t want to see how expensive they can be on the top of a mountain in a blizzard.
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Oil – Are you using the best oil possible for the colder conditions? Check your owner’s manual to be sure and remember that oil will thicken as it gets colder. Bears move around a lot less in the winter, so does your motor oil. Belts and Hoses – Sure, the manual said that they were good for at least 100,000 miles, but winter can be tough on rubber so inspect for cracks, fitment, and wear before the worst of the storms set in. Wipers and Fluid – It’s something I check and refill every fall, but it seems that by the end of the winter I always find myself on the highway in dirty snow and muddy slush when I don’t have enough washer fluid to get the window clean. Water is just going to freeze, so chose washer fluid that has a de-icer. And replace those old blades if you can’t remember the last time you did. Thankfully Gillette still doesn’t market a Mach3 wiper blade for cars, so you should be able to afford to replace them yearly. Battery – Can’t remember when you bought it or when you last checked it? Then have a close look. Connections should be secure and free of any corrosion. If you need to, add distilled water to the fill line. And finally, don’t go anywhere without a good scraper. I prefer a long handle with a brush on mine. If you’ve ever had to resort to using a credit card sized scraper while balancing on a tire and belly-flopping on the hood then you know what I mean. And if you’ve ever had to resort to using an actual credit card… well it’s never too late to get prepared.
diy Wrap the wire around the wood. Let the two end pieces meet the back. Fold the bottom up the back as well.
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materials: mason jar | vase twine | ribbon | string trinket | photograph sparkles | glitter water (optional)
Secure your trinket to the lid of the jar with glue. We recommend a water-resistant glue. After drying, fill the jar with sparkles and water. Secure tightly! Wrap your favorite twine/ribbon/string around the jar’s lid. That’s it!
A combination of media give this tree its “nature” look. Primary colors include red, green, brown, and yellow. Burlap, flowers, bark, and berries are great pick options. This is a very versatile tree that can be added to or changed each year.
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so,what is haveheart?
If you’re sick of seeing airbrushed models in magazines who represent only one size, age, and shape, I’ve got something special for you. If you’re tired of reading negative articles about why your husband cheats, or how you can lose 20 lbs in a week, I understand. That’s why I created HaveHeart. Haveheart is one of the world’s first and only meaningful media, all-women-are-beautiful magazines. Our cover women are everyday ladies doing extraordinary things with their lives. We don’t remove fine lines, wrinkles, or alter photos of women’s bodies. Yes, we do occasionally filter like hipsters gone wild, but that’s because we happen to love the retro look! I launched HaveHeart magazine in January of 2014, and it’s free, you only have to visit us online. I’m including a special excerpt of it in Home&Harvest Magazine for two reasons. First, I feel this is a great step to empowering women and redefining beauty. Secondly, many of HaveHeart’s writers and cover women are from our local area! Please enjoy these articles and feel free to join our facebook group: Not All About Beauty, follow us on twitter, pinterest, instagram and facebook: HaveHeart Magazine. Enjoy! -Heather Niccoli, Editor In Chief
liminate your self-sabotage by Theresa Christine
It sometimes seems that when the great opportunities arise, we find any way possible to get out of it. I was recently asked to emcee an event, which is something I’ve always wanted to do. Without even trying, my chance was there -- I’d be working with people I knew, and for an audience that would surely be receptive even if things didn’t go perfectly. It was practically the best way to test the waters and try it out. The circumstances were near perfect, and my time had come. But for some reason, deep down I wanted to say no to it as much as I wanted to say yes. Is it because I thought I didn’t deserve it, or that I wasn’t good enough to tackle it? Was I simply afraid of failure? These struggles with self-sabotage are things that a lot of people deal with, so how can you eliminate these tendencies? Here are some ways to stop sabotaging your dreams so that you can seize the day and all the opportunities that you find. 1. Talk it out and/or journal your fears. Whether it’s to a close friend, beloved family member, or a therapist, talking about your fears out loud is the best way to tackle the habit of self-sabotage. When we let thoughts fester inside of us, they often become a lot worse in our own heads than they are in real life. Just by expressing them out loud we are able to understand them better. For me, I was afraid of a lot of things about hosting an event, but mostly of getting on stage and completely freezing. When I told my friend this, she told me that there was about a .01% chance of that happening -- I’ve been performing since I was in middle school, I’ve been onstage before when things went awry and managed to deal with it, and I’d be able to practice with some close friends as test audience members. After realizing those things, I felt infinitely better about saying yes to such a cool opportunity! Journaling is also helpful, and generally a good thing to do no matter what. Getting your insecurities out of your head and into the universe leaves more room for you to think about the positive things about yourself. This, in turn, will make you feel more prepared to take on amazing (albeit a little frightening) new opportunities. 2. Daily affirmations. Pick a few key spots in and around your house or workplace that you tend to look at frequently (computer, desk, kitchen table, etc.) and leave a post-it note with an affirming saying on it. Anytime you catch yourself looking at it, say what it reads out loud. Will you feel kind of silly leaving notes that say, “I love my personality,” or “I am in control of my world,” around the house? Maybe. But just as you can talk about your fears to get them out of your head, you can also place positive thoughts in your mind by regularly speaking them with conviction to yourself. You know that feeling when you get a sweet text from someone you care about? You’ll get that feeling every time you glance down at your keyboard or open up your dresser drawers and see your note. It’s an instant boost of confidence that will make you feel a little more capable each day of tackling the world. Home&Harvest
3. Pick up a new hobby (even if you suck at it). Have you ever been so afraid of failing miserably that you’d rather just not try something at all? I certainly have. Feeling inadequate and incapable is no fun, and it’s sometimes enough to keep us from taking the chances we really want to take. No matter what your age, don’t be afraid to be a novice at something. Everyone starts somewhere. Take a welding class, enroll in a college photography course, or pick up a book on identifying plants and take a hike. You might not be great at this new skill -- you might not even be remotely good at it -- but it’s a perfect way to remind yourself that it’s okay to have imperfections. Remember that this skill or hobby doesn’t have to be at all related to your primary interests and goals in life. It is simply going to serve as a way for you to experience failure in a low-stakes setting. I can’t paint worth a damn, but that didn’t stop me from taking a pottery painting class. The point is that I tried something, wasn’t perfect at it, and the world kept turning. 4. Shake up your routine. Part of what’s so scary about exciting opportunities is change. You’re suddenly dealing with something new, and it’s super tempting to stick with what you know and let your chance fly by. When I thought about being an emcee, I was scared because I’d only ever performed as a character before, and never as myself. This seemed like such a difference from my usual onstage routine that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it. By making small changes to your daily routine, you can teach yourself the skill of adapting (to new environments, situations, etc.). What happens when you shake up the order of things that you handle at work? Do you get a better night’s sleep when you alter your before-bed routine? How do you feel when you work out in the morning instead of the evenings? worst that will happen is that The you’re kept on your toes and find a new way to do things. The best that could happen is that you actually find a better way to do something that you’ve been doing for years! You really do have nothing to lose. We’ve been taught that we’re creatures of habit, but that doesn’t mean we don’t crave variety now and then. If you aren’t finding it in certain parts of your life, you’re certainly able to create it. Even if it’s something small, it will better prepare you for the bigger changes to come. Home&Harvest
finding joy in acceptance by Ben Schoeffler
I meet a lot of people in my career as a medical hypnotist. Many of them have experienced trauma in the past, which has left its mark both emotionally and sometimes physically. I work with people in chronic pain, with addictions, compulsions, or just so stressed out it is affecting their health. I would ask anyone who has ever thought of themselves as damaged goods or broken to consider this story of an ancient Japanese Shogun who ruled Japan in the days of the Samurai. Legend has it that he had a favorite bowl from China that he used regularly. During one meal, through no fault of anyone, the bowl was broken into a few different pieces. The Shogun lamented, and eventually sent one of his servants to the original manufacturer in China to repair the bowl. The servant was gone many months, but eventually he came back with the repaired bowl. The bowl had metal staples along the cracks, and although the bowl was whole, it didn’t hold liquid very well and it was no longer beautiful to the Shogun. The Shogun was even more devastated, remembering the beauty of his once ‘perfect’ bowl. The servant was sent again, this time all over Japan, to find a craftsman that could repair the bowl in a way that was satisfying to the Shogun. Many different craftsmen tried by using different techniques. Some hid the staples, others used a type of glue and tried to match the color of the bowl precisely. But all this was for nothing because the Shogun didn’t like any of the repairs. To him, the bowl would never be what it once was. He couldn’t ‘un-see’ the cracks and repairs the bowl now had. Many more months passed, but eventually the bowl found it’s way to the home of a skilled and humble craftsman in Japan. He knew that to try and hide the cracks and repairs in the bowl would be to deny the experiences this piece of pottery had gone through. Instead of using glue and resin and trying to match the color of the bowl precisely, he actually added powdered gold to the resin. By doing so, now the cracks in the bowl were fixed, and emphasized with beautiful gold. Running through the bowl were streams of this beautiful metal, almost in a way that Home&Harvest
y celebrated the trials and tribulations it had gone through. It was no longer perfect, but then it never was in the first place. The gold repaired bowl was presented to the Shogun, and he was ecstatic at the results! The bowl would never be what it once was, but now instead of the repairs attempting to hide the damage, the gold cracks actually made it more unique and beautiful. This style of repair became known as ‘Kintsugi’. For a while it became in fashion, and people would actually break bowls and cups on purpose, just to repair them in this way. The point of this story is that no one is perfect. You may have some extra jiggle on your backside, you may have scars from past relationships, you may be missing a limb or the ability to walk. We all get broken from time to time, sometimes through no fault of our own. Occasionally those changes prevent us from living the life we once had. What’s important to realize is that you aren’t just the bowl in this story, you are also the shogun, and the craftsman. You experience the broken pieces like the bowl did, you can make the repairs like the craftsman did, and eventually you get to judge the progress like the Shogun did. That is the key, the Shogun’s opinion was the ultimate deciding factor. That leads me to a quote from my favorite philosopher. A philosopher who was also a ruler, this time not in Japan, but in Rome:
“Our life is what our thoughts make it.” – Marcus Aureliu
so very worthy
by Heather Niccoli
There’s something supremely romantic about a vintage theater. Maybe it’s the grandiose entrances, the rosewood inlays, and the sparkling marquees. Maybe it’s the hushed silence and crinkling popcorn bags amid squeaky retro cloth seats. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing like a huge, state-of-the-art theatre with a booming sound system and a 60 liter soda to go with your xxl popcorn, nachos and milk duds, while you lie back in a La-Z-Boy-ish recliner. That is definitely an experience. But it isn’t anything like a vintage theatre. When I first stepped into The Kenworthy in Moscow, I was about 12 years old. I still can’t recall the movie I saw, but I remember falling in love with the place immediately. To me, the Kenworthy seemed to command respect from its audience. Everyone around me seemed positively happy to wait outside in the winter to pay for their tickets. The buzz of the marquee flirting with the hush of falling snow seemed to almost promise something magical inside. I’ve never forgotten that initial reaction and I still get it when I walk by it today.
Wonderful Life Join the Kenworthy for a holiday tradition
Showing December 18-21at 7:00 PM Bring a canned food donation and receive $1 off admission price
Performing. Arts Centre
508 S Main Street
Movies . Theatre . Music . Events
Over the years, I’ve had the amazing experience of seeing some of America’s (and Europe’s) finest and most unassuming vintage theatres. Los Angeles has a society dedicated to the preservation of them. Occasionally, vintage theatres shock me. Many times they’ve lost their elaborate fronting over the years and appear to be an average building. You’d never expect to find multiple floors of opera style seating, golden ceilings and marble floor entrances. Maybe that’s why they are so romantic: it’s not just the movie you experience, it’s the place. Speaking of romance, I know I’m married but I’m asking you out on a date to the Kenworthy. The only catch is you have to take someone else who isn’t me. Take your mom, your grandmother, yourself, or someone you met online. Put on something nice- and as they say on Parks And Recreation: treat yo’ self. If you’re looking for dating advice I can tell you that you’ll leave a lasting impression if you bring your beau to this historically beautiful place. I know some of you readers might have even gone on your first date years ago to the Kenworthy with your partner of now 30, 40 or maybe 50+ years! Rumor has it there’s a few Moscow natives who even met their spouse while standing in line there! P.S. we want to hear all about it if you have, so send your story to firstname.lastname@example.org. Maybe the best news yet is that Home&Harvest Magazine has the awesome privilege of sponsoring “It’s A Wonderful Life” at the Kenworthy this holiday season. I’m so grateful for this opportunity! In small towns like the ones we live in, we have to remember not to take these historical places for granted. They are our town. So visit the Kenworthy in Moscow and have a fabulous time. Your date is sure to go down in history as a very romantic time. Trust me.
by tony niccoli
Real men don’t go to the doctor. We get our arm torn off in a bar fight with a grizzly bear and just rub a little spit and Robitussin in the wound. And if the bleeding isn’t too profuse we may not even bother to put on a clean shirt. That’s because we’re real men. We’re tough as nails and we’re afraid of nothing. But even real men die of cancer. And yet it’s ingrained in our culture that we just don’t need to monitor our health. My father is currently battling cancer – battling just like a real man would in any fight. But what if he had been more proactive in going to the doctor? It may not be something you can prevent, but early detection can easily be the difference between winning the fight or finding out that it’s just too late. That’s That why we grow mustaches every November. What – did I just lose you? Maybe you haven’t heard of the Movember movement yet. Every year men around the world participate by growing a mustache in November. Really, it’s that simple. You start the month clean-shaven. On the morning of November first it all has to go. If you normally wear a mustache or any facial hair, this will be your best opportunity to raise awareness and start conversations about Movember. The rules are simple – no beards, no goatees, just a pure and simple ‘stache. Any time someone comments on the absence of your normal facial hair, or the look of your new mustache, use the opportunity to ask if they have been to the doctor this year for a check-up, or ask if they have talked to the men in their life about the importance of screening. Ask if they would like to get involved or donate funds for Prostate Cancer, Testicular Cancer, and Health. To date, the Movember program has funded over 800 programs in 21 countries and Mental Health has raised $22.9 million dollars in the US alone. Even a tough guy with a handsome mustache can go to the doctor. 2014 is almost over, so go schedule your yearly checkup and then go comb that handsome mustache, fella. And put on a fresh shirt while you’re at it – looks like the grizzly bear got in a few good punches. Home&Harvest
To donate or get involved, visit us.movember.com Nov/Dec 2014
Blue Funk JailBreak
by Heather Niccoli photos: Anne Krings
The other day I was walking my bike across the street when suddenly, I was transfixed. My poor husband almost ran right into me, and a driver honked his horn as I blocked the intersection. The problem? It was the music coming out of One World Café in Moscow. Listen, I am very serious about music. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and singing with some very talented musicians, and when I hear the rare beat of soulful, skilled sound, I swear it’s like something comes over me. I want you to know about this local band- this group of dudes who claim they don’t really practice but who wail like nothing I’ve heard played live in Hollywood, San Francisco, New York or Europe. I mean it! Meet Blue Funk JailBreak: a blues/funk/rock/soul/reggae band comprised of Brian Dyreon on vocals, sax, flute and keys, Axel Krings on guitar, Dave Snider on bass, Tom Garrett on drums, and Alex (Sedi) Waroff on trombone. “Jailbreak refers to the style of our live shows,” says Brian. “Our shows are spontaneous, our tunes often morph into different riffs and feature extensive musical improvisations on both individual and group levels. Our shows are essentially an edgy, fun, chaotic, exhilarating, yet temporary, freedom—in essence, a jailbreak. If we are doing our jobs right, the audience experiences something similar.” If you don’t know a lot about music, you should know that the style they play- live jam- demands a serious connection among the players. “All of us love to jam, to just wing it and see where we end up,” adds Brian. “We never know where things are going to go. Any one of us might spin a tune into previously undiscovered territory at any time—there are very few rules, except to ‘pay attention’ and ‘when in doubt, follow Dave,’ (bassist). Performing in this manner makes many musicians uncomfortable, but what makes this group special is that we all thrive on the freedom our jamming provides. We also have played enough with each other that we have learned each other’s tendencies, which helps keep things from going too far off the rails,” says Brian. It’s always crazy to me to hear people like this who aren’t world famous. As they saying goes, musicians and artists are usually the starving bunch. It’s weird to think these guys have regular day jobs, but it’s true. “Axel Krings and I are professors (of computer science and psychology, respectively) at the University of Idaho. Tom Garrett teaches music at Moscow Junior High. Dave Snider teaches music at WSU and Sedi Waroff is a veterinary medicine student at WSU.” Note to everyone reading this: paying musicians who play for you makes for the best karma. I had to know what exactly inspired Brian to play- after all, the guy jumps from his flute to his sax to keys like it’s no big deal, and pours his heart into every note. I can’t even handle my phone and car keys at the same time most days! “The very act of making music is what inspires me to play,” says Brian. “At its best, performing music is an exhilarating escape from everyday life into a beautiful and exciting sonic dance with other musicians and the audience. With the first note, all of life’s petty little annoyances fall away, leaving you centered in the moment, focused only on things that are happening in the next few seconds. To perform well you need to release yourself completely into that flow. It is incredibly challenging, yet at the same time therapeutic.” By the time we go to print on this we won’t have the up-to-date information on their booking, but we can tell you they’ll be playing at One World again on the 15th of November, 8pm. I know I will be there, enjoying their awesome set list! Brian said it best: “You know a song is good when listening to it takes you to another place.” I’d say true, but only if it’s being played as well as Blue Funk JailBreak plays it! Don’t believe me? Come to One World on the 15th and hear for yourself. I know you’ll love it.
ourteous C by dawn evans f
a tale of respect
Fellow hunters: have you ever scouted an area, gotten comfortable with the lay of the land, and learned the animal activity in that area? Then the magical day comes when the hunting season opens and you wake up super early to get to your familiar area just to find someone else had beat you there? Disappointing, I know. However angry you may be, you decide to fall back on the second less familiar spot you know. At least that is what courteous hunters usually do. In this scenario, choosing to hunt elsewhere will help everyone be safer and more successful, especially during rifle season. We need to respect our fellow hunters out in the woods. We all have our favorite locations, whether it’s a spot has been in the family for years, or maybe it’s just your secret honey hole. Remember, if it’s public land, then it’s not just yours. We all are carrying loaded weapons and tempers can flare. I know you’re thinking, “Didn’t they see my rig parked at this road? How rude!” Gun use is under much scrutiny these days, so we as hunters need to make sure we are good examples while we use these amazing tools to feed our families and to honor these creatures. All hunters at one time or another have had this happen, and I would like to share my story of just that, but my story has an unexpected ending. One in which I, the invaded hunter- didn’t realize I was being interrupted. I had been scouting for several weeks up and down a steep mountainside, among skidder roads that led to another network of skidder roads with varying degrees of plant growth. The area was littered with tracks of the entire quarry I have tags for. Fresh scat and fresh deer and elk scrapes on different sized trees was everywhere. I knew I was on to something and then, I found it: elk bedding grounds. I about passed out. The smell of elk was intoxicating. There was smashed down circles all around me. I wondered if they came there every night or if it was just a passing bed. Looking down the mountain at the beautiful valley, I remembered the hops fields down below, and that the elk must go to eat there and then come back to this bedding ground for safety. Numerous farmers in this area were complaining about elk eating their crops in the lowlands. So here was my opening day spot! I planned to ambush them from above, and was hopeful the wind would be in my favor. I had never taken an animal of such magnitude as an elk, and I couldn’t sleep that night camped on that mountain. Butterflies took over my tummy and I couldn’t even drink my coffee as I got dressed that October morning at about 4:00am.
photo credit (top photo) Bird In The Hand Photography
Covered in camo and wool, I got in my little Toyota, warmed her up, and drove slowly in pitch black to my hidden elk spot. I parked at the beginning of a newer skidder road, the light just beginning to come. I closed the bolt, loading my .270 Winchester, and clicked on the safety. Along with me was my trusty hunting partner Dakota, my pup. Together, we quietly got out of the truck and I sprayed elk urine on the soles of my boots and a dab between my knees. It’s hard to see things in the woods so early in the morning. Your eyes play tricks on you. Happy the wind was blowing in my face, we pressed on, slowly making our way down to the bedding area. Dakota and I found a comfy rock to watch and wait for the elk to finish their feast below. The dawn hit hard, warming us thankfully. Then I heard it: the first bugle. My heart skipped at first but then I realized this bugle was weird. Hollow. And way mechanical and practiced. We stayed still and waited for the herd to come. Nothing. I was starting to worry that maybe I was wrong- that the elk didn’t come to this same area. Suddenly, I heard snapping of branches behind me. Oh no! They will certainly smell me and my dog! Slowly I turn, sliding my rifle off my shoulder. On the skidder road that lead me here was four hunters. Dressed in orange, thank God, but here they come straight for where I was sitting. No! Other people know this area? What? I saw that one of them while walking very noisy, held his bugle, letting out those hollow bugles every minute or so. I held still and got close to my pup. Hoping they wouldn’t mistake him for a creature they could shoot. All four of these hunters came right into the little field I was sitting in and sat and glassed less than 100 yards from my comfy rock. Bugling and glassing with monster sized binoculars. I thought to myself maybe they will see me and leave? Not so. One of them saw me and I waved. But he turned around, ignoring me and kept doing what he was doing. I got so mad. Didn’t they see my boot tracks? Didn’t they see my truck? This mountain was huge! Why are they being so rude? Knowing very well this blew my morning hunt, I got up and loudly left. Not good I know, and I let my anger get the better of me. I went as fast as I could back to my rig so I may have the chance at some sort of what was left of the morning. Yes, I did peel out a little as I sped up the mountainside. I yelled about the unfairness of it all. Switchback after switchback I said plenty of things not fit to write down. I didn’t know a plan b and now opening morning I have no choice but to make one up. I drove all the way to the top of the mountain. I parked at a very overgrown skidder trail with a deadfall blocking it. Slamming the door, I told Dakota to get out (and not quietly either), and thought sarcastically to myself, great. Walking down this grassy, loud, crunchy road I was throwing a hunter’s tantrum. I saw no tracks, only crusty old moose scat. “There’s no elk here Dakota!” But we had nowhere else to go so we kept on. About 400 yards from the truck I spooked the entire elk herd. Cow after cow stood up and ran down the mountain. We froze. Less than 20 yards away stood the evasive bull elk. Broadside staring right at us- probably hoping in his frozen stance that we didn’t see him. Oh, but I did! Slowly and I do mean slowly, I raised my trusty rifle. I squeezed the trigger like my Dad taught me. I heard his voice in the field, “like you’re trying to squeeze one drop outta a grape that’s behind the trigger.” My heart stopped as the rifle cracked, keeping my cheek on the stock. That bull dropped in his place. Safety back on the .270, I ran to the downed elk. His life was just leaving. I waited the few seconds for him to go to heaven. When he quit flopping, I took a very long stick and poked his eye, again like my photo credit (right) Dave Dail Photography
dad taught me. I didn’t want to get impaled from his last burst of energy. He was dead. I cried like a little girl. I hugged this beast. I touched his beautiful antlers. I pet his amazing fur and held him, crying the whole time. I was in awe with every inch of this animal who so graciously gave me his life. I bowed my head and prayed through my tears, “God, I’m so sorry I doubted you. I am so sorry I got so angry. You have blessed me beyond words. Thank you! Please make sure this beast has a great place in heaven. Please keep us safe as we get him out of here. Amen!” For those of you who hunt know very well this is the moment that you live for. But now there is a lot of work to do. When you see a 600 pound animal on the ground, that’s a lot of animal. I didn’t know where to start. I tagged him, took pictures and danced around like I’ve never gutted anything. I had the stupids from the awe I felt about all I just learned about hunting. And especially about my faith. I felt like I just won the super lottery. I wanted to bring him home to my husband and daughter in one piece. I flashbacked to a hunt with my father when I was about 12, where after he shot a fat doe way out in the woods, he thanked the creature, handed me his rifle and said “Ok Dawn, you watch over her, I’m gonna go get the Jeep.” So he did. Way up in the middle of nowhere he comes creeping up the mountainside with the trusty CJ. Back to my elk, I thought: I can drive right to him! I’ll back up the truck and be home in a couple of hours! Well, there are those of you out there blessed with knowing how to 4x4. I apparently am not one of those. I got so stuck. I needed help and there’s no cell phone service out there of course. I locked the truck, drug my elk and chained his carcass to my truck the best I could. My elk had a tag so I was hoping the truck and tag would deter human predators but animal predators don’t play by any rules. I prayed that he’d be safe and started on my long, long walk down to my camper for my other truck back at camp. On that walk I had plenty of time to think about how I scored. How if those hunters didn’t blow my morning, I would never have found the elk herd that day. How something that made me so angry turned into a blessing based on my childhood teachings on proper gun safety. But now in my arrogance of thinking I know how to 4x4, I had to walk 10 miles for my anger drove me super far from camp. This is my punishment for my tantrum, I thought. I got to my other truck and drove to cell service and got lots of help. My husband, daughter and a good friend named Adam dug out my truck. All three adults got the elk into the truck to give it extra weight. We went home and hung it whole. I was exhausted and it was 1:00am, but I did it. Shot a bull, opening day, my first of many elk. I learned a very valuable lesson: sometimes the animals are where you least expect them. Even if inconsiderate hunters invade your spot, trust that if you make the right decision, you will be rewarded in some manner. Whether it is a filled tag, a newfound honey hole, or just pure piece of mind you can hunt without being in the crosshairs of an unethical hunter. We need to help each other out in the forest. We all want success. We all want to get the big one. All of us hunters need to work together to be as safe as possible. We can’t let our need to fill the freezer cloud our judgments in the woods. Anti-gun and anti-hunters will remember those negative stories that make us look like the very animals we hunt. Personally, I will always leave the area if I get invaded by the Calvary. I know I’m being led to where the herd REALLY is. It will happen for you, too. photo credit (top) Dave Dail Photography
reloading 101 | by joe evans Let’s talk reloading. Reloading what? Reloading rifle, pistol, and shotgun ammunition for use by the average shooter. The information I present here is based on knowledge gathered and personally experienced for over 50 years. Yeah, you could say I started reloading young. This is a subject that can touch upon some pretty exotic points, but I will try to stay with topics that will be of benefit to the average reloader. In the early 1960’s, reloading your own ammunition was a virtual necessity for anyone who wanted to achieve maximum accuracy, performance, and cost savings. This is not so anymore. Modern factory ammo is of very high quality and if you shop carefully- very affordable. I have shot both my first 25 and 100 straight at trap with factory Winchester AA target loads. I have to work hard with my own loads to equal this type of performance: cost savings can still be found, but not generally to the degree achieved years ago. Saving money is often stated to be a major factor in taking up reloading, but in reality most reloaders spend more on their hobby and shoot more. A considerable amount of reloading equipment is on the market, but I would suggest investigating in a beginner’s kit or package that will help immensely with getting started as they contain most of what you will need. As well, purchasing a kit will usually save you some coin over purchasing each item separately. Brands? I will not make a recommendation as I own equipment made by all major manufacturers and believe all will assemble top grade ammo. Durability? It is possible to wear out or break most anything, but most issues are usually caused by lack of proper lubrication, dirt, neglect, stupidity, or all of the above. My first rifle-pistol reloading press was/is an old Pacific “C” press which my father used before I was born. I do not have a clue as to how many cartridges it has stuffed, but I still have and use it, and it works just great. On the other side of the coin, I must say that my first shotshell press was a Pacific DL150 from the early 1960’s. I didn’t load many shells on it, but this machine is no longer in service. I hate to admit it, but stupidity is probably responsible for its early demise. I don’t claim to be perfect! My father was my tutor in my early years. He is long gone, but I have many vivid, happy memories of our time spent together. These were special times that I do not believe could be matched in any other fashion. This was father-son bonding at it’s finest, but do not be misled. This is a pastime that is not gender specific. Ladies of all ages can enjoy time at the loading bench, create superior ammo, and are usually the ones to beat at the range or hunting field! This is the first in a series to put forth some new ideas for you, hopefully solve some problems, review some products, and generally pass on as much information as possible. Reloading is a most rewarding, relaxing way to spend your time off. See you at the range!
e playing in the dirt e a young couple’s life as 5th generation farmers by heather niccoli
I hate that this is true but it is: I really don’t know anything about farming. In fact, while I was growing up in Moscow there were countless times I heard family who were visit ing the area say something like: “Wow! You live in the most beautiful place I’ve seen…” and although I wholeheartedly agreed, I largely took it for granted. We all know this area is famous for its rolling hills and rich, abundant soil. Who you might not know about are the people who cultivate this land. Sure, you’ve probably got a picture of who a farmer is supposed to be in your head, and you might even know one or are related to one. Me? I picture an old guy in coveralls, working on a combine. That might be pretty legit, but what you don’t know is that there’s a huge influx of young people in their late 20’s, early 30’s who are becoming farmers. This means smart phones and harvest, Facebook pages and Instagrams of wheat. This means a new generation of local farmers, and we were lucky enough to get an interview with one for our premier issue. Please meet Tom and Marie Linehan from Linehan Ranch, located just outside of Genessee! We loved our interview with them and were grateful that they were able to give us some time after their harvest this year. We learned so much, from what it’s like to live in a 5th generation farmhouse to why you should never ask a farmer what the size of their farm is! The first thing we asked is how Tom and Marie met, since they are newlyweds. “Tom and I have known each other since we were little – he actually used to babysit me and my sister!” says Marie. “Tom and I both come from farm families, and are actually both fifth generation farmers. I was in college and was working odd jobs when his mom asked if I would like to do some work for them at the farm. After working for them for a few months, Heidi (Tom’s mom), suggested that I send a care package to Tom for Christmas. Tom was on his second tour in Iraq at the time. We hadn’t been in touch for several years, so I wasn’t completely sure what to send, but my homemade cookies must have hit the spot! We started catching up via emails and phone and when he returned on leave to Idaho we decided to start dating. We dated long distance for eight months and when his contract was complete he returned to Idaho. After another year, he proposed. We were married on July 9, 2011 at my family farm.” You might be wondering if Tom and Marie had studied farming, or had a degree in agriculture. Not so. “I graduated from the University of Idaho with bachelor degrees in business marketing and Spanish,” says Marie. “After college I worked as the Marketing and Tourism Coordinator for the Moscow Chamber of Commerce. Tom attended the U of I for 2 years before deciding to join the Home&Harvest
Marine Corps. He served for five years and then moved back to Idaho to farm with this dad after he completed his service. His parents were thrilled that we wanted to take over as the next generation of Linehan farmers. I have to laugh because when I was in grade school and the teacher had us dress up one day in the outfit of what you wanted to be when you grew up, I came dressed as a farmer. If I had been asked in college what I would do, I would have answered that I wanted to work in the ag industry, but I wouldn’t have thought I’d become a farmer. Tom’s parents gave us an amazing opportunity, as the chance to be part of the family business is truly a gift.” As I mentioned before, Tom and Marie are 5th generation farmers. That means taking over some serious history, including where they live. “Our house was built in 1886, says Tom. “My great grandfather, Art Linehan, bought the house in 1907 with his wife Katherine. The original Thomas Linehan emigrated from Ireland and homesteaded 5 miles outside of Genesee, but that home is no longer standing. My grandpa, dad and I all grew up in this house Marie and I live in today.” “Tom and I moved into the Linehan house in 2012,” Marie added. “The one request I had was to replace the linoleum floors – we were working fulltime, so in the evenings and on weekends we would work on the house. It must have been 10 pm one night and I started to pull up the flooring, and we found the original hard wood floors underneath the layers! We then took out all the carpet and flooring from the other rooms and had all the hardwood refinished. We did a LOT of work to the house before we moved in, from roofing, painting, trim, flooring and then more painting,” she laughs. “To me, it is amazing to think of the family history that is in this house. Whenever I am working in the garden or canning in the kitchen, I think of Tom’s grandma, Marie, (who is actually one of the people that I am named after).” Tell me that isn’t an awesome story!
One thing I’ve always wondered is what a day in farmer is like. When I asked Tom and Marie this, they smiled. Marie answered; “Never the same! One of the things that both Tom and I love about farming is that no day, year or season is the same. One day Tom will be working on equipment in the shop and I will be doing bookwork or marketing and then the next day we may be out in the field. There are consistencies when it comes to the cycle of farming, but there are also different obstacles that change day-to-day.” Since I know there are different kinds of farmers, I asked how they classified themselves. “We are primarily considered ‘wheat farmers’ in this area,” says Tom. “Our ground is on a three year rotation. So if you look at one field, it will be planted to a fall wheat, then the next year it will be in a spring cereal (such as spring wheat or barley), and the third year it will be in a legume (lentils, peas, chickpeas). We try to have our total acres split out so that we are 1/3, 1/3, 1/3 of each type – meaning 1/3 of the land is in winter wheat, 1/3 in a spring cereal and 1/3 in a legume. When it comes to seeding, there is a lot of research done on the various varieties of wheat. We attend several crop tours throughout the year and receive information on different varieties that are available. This includes information on yield averages, susceptibility to rust, foot rot, etc.,” he adds. To me, this seemed like the most important science, and a huge responsibility. “I think that taking an active role in providing food is so important,” says Tom. “The size of an operation doesn’t make one more or less important. For me, being able to take care of the land so that it is here for another five generations is a humbling job. Sometimes I feel like we are gamblers – will the prices be okay, will it rain when we need it, will it stop raining so the barely doesn’t sprout – will it be too hot, too wet, too dry – but I guess you have to have a little faith too.” Since my parents also really depend on the right weather for their business (which is also agriculture related), I’ve grown up hearing those similar worries about having faith that it will all work out when the weather turns classic Palouse- and changes on a dime. “Weather is the most obvious issue– it really is true that we are glued to the weather station or website several times during the day!” Marie says. “Equipment breakdowns are another common issue that farmers face. The time and energy spent to get things fixed can be frustrating when you are working so hard to get field work finished. Marketing of our commodities can also sometimes be challenging. We are fortunate to have our local cooperative, Pacific Northwest Farmers Cooperative (PNW), be so forward thinking in marketing, transportation and agronomy.” You might be wondering where exactly this food Tom and Marie grows goes. I was surprised to learn just how far the reach from local seed to global plate reaches and how it affects the way they eat and think of food. “I think the biggest thing that has changed for me is
I now have a better understanding of health components,” says Marie. “When we raise chickpeas (garbanzo beans) or lentils, I always snag a 50 lb. bag out of the back of the truck and put it in the pantry to use throughout the year. I love knowing that I am consuming what we raised. Sabra hummus is a great example, as we are one of their growers for the chickpeas they use to make their products.” Note to self, buy Sabra hummus to support the Linehans! This is the part of the interview when I unknowingly got a little personal. I asked exactly how big the farm was when Tom and Marie started grinning like crazy and jokingly teased me. “Well, it’s an unspoken rule of many farmers that you don’t ask how many acres they farm,” says Tom. “It’s a bit like asking how much money they make.” “I will say that our farm is average size for our area,” Marie added with a smile. Second note to self, I should’ve Googled farmer interview etiquette before our meeting. I’ll buy extra Sabra hummus to make up for that question! Before I wrapped up the interview, I wanted to know what they thought of how farming was evolving. “I think that farming is like everything else in our society: changing every day,” says Marie. “The perception of farming is typically that you put seed in the ground, it grows, you harvest and then take a vacation for 4 months during the winter. If this was true there would be a lot more farmers!” she laughs. “I didn’t fully realize the technology and marketing aspects when we first started. It is amazing how GPS saves time and chemical application costs. And we truly do operate in a global market.” The thing I loved best about interviewing Tom and Marie was while they may be young, make no mistake, they are hard working people. It’s such a cool thing to watch them flirt with each other like newlyweds, and then skip to talking about their land with a respect that you don’t find in most young people. I wanted to know what they did to enjoy themselves outside of farming, since they were so much fun. “Both Tom and I greatly enjoy the outdoors,” says Marie. “We spend a lot of our free time fishing, hiking, hunting and camping. I also love to can – I have a good size garden and always try to make the most of what I can grow (Tom will tell you that my pickles are his favorite).” I can verify that he shook his head saying yes when she said this. “But honestly, being a part of agriculture is a wonderful life, I couldn’t image not being a part of the land and being a part of a family business,” Marie adds. “My motto has become ‘Life is short…play in the dirt.’” Sounds to me like that’s exactly how we all should be living.
Photos courtesy of Linehan Ranch
follow a hunting trail to a happier marriage
by miranda fenley
The art of stealth has never been one of my strong suits. I can’t sit still for a long duration with my mouth closed, a keen eye on the field ahead, determined to catch every bit of movement within the realm of my vision. My attempts to pass the time hunting with my boyfriend (now husband) by making stick figure houses in the fashion of Laura Ingles Wilder did not impress him. I was a noisy distraction to him, and an all too obvious clue to the possible prey that were near. I was politely uninvited from hunting early on in our relationship, and it was a mutual agreement. Hunting wasn’t my thing anyway. Truthfully, I adore indoor activities. Think heated blanket curled up in a chair next to a roaring fire while wearing wool socks and holding a cup of tea. Fast forward through our wedding, a mortgage and our two adorable children. Though happily married, our severe lack of marital bonding time is what I presume inspired my husband to request my presence again on his yearly outings. My same need for time together led me to agree with him wholeheartedly, although I secretly expected some sort of disastrous day to ensue. As we departed for the woods I was hopeful, although the October sun was not shining on us that day in a literal sense. Instead, a chilly drizzle of rain snaked in shivery streams down my neck until every fiber of clothing I was wearing was soaked. Oddly enough, I was plenty warm. I can easily recollect the details that renovated my attitude regarding the outdoors. Remember when the Grinch’s heart grew three sizes while listening to the Whos sing on Christmas Day? Suddenly, it all made perfect sense. Hunting made my husband really happy. What reason could justify denial to participate in something that gave him so much joy? Certainly my aversion to wet jeans and cold days couldn’t outweigh the gratification that we would both receive from spending time out hunting together. How had I been so consumed in my own comfort before that I didn’t notice the chemical reaction that occurs when he’s in his element? How his voice changes, his face, you can see him thinking through all the details of the animals. He gently explained which direction they paths were coming from, and why. Where they go for water, when they bed down to rest. This is a doe track, here is a buck. These are the sounds they make when angry, these they make when they want to attract a female for some sweet lovin.’ I had a mental solar eclipse that day. I wasn’t about to run out on a shopping spree for pink trimmed camouflage, but I would openly admit that from that point on I’d enjoy our trips into the timberland much more. Rain, snow, frost- this fair weather-loving girl was having fun in less than ideal atmospheric conditions. And I loved that being in his element took me so far from my own. Each trip out we were bonding, not in a “cuddly romantic dinner and movie date night” kind of way, but in a real, earthy, raw “elk urine scented, knife on your belt, I have to carry my own t.p. because boys can pee easily in the woods” kind of way. I grew up here, but never did any of the “Idaho things;” guns, camping, hunting, or fishing. I spent many years being certain deep down in my bones that I was no good at the ‘outdoors,’ when all I needed to do was give it a shot. Literally! Since making that decision, we’ve had a blast. I took my husband on a surprise date to a shooting range for our 9th wedding anniversary, fully understanding that I could end up looking like a fool in front of any expert shooter who happened to observe us. In typical fashion of myself, I had several scenarios about how this could go wrong in my head. Fortunately, none came true. I managed to avoid embarrassment and bought my own gun! Most importantly, I surprised him by doing something he likes to do even though I was nervous I would be humiliated at my lack of knowledge. You know what feels pretty sweet? A string of fresh compliments from your photos courtesy of Dana Rand Photography
husband about how good you look in camo with a pistol on our hip or how strong you are for voluntarily carrying two heavy backpacks in case he needs to shoot at a moment’s notice. I feel like my most beautiful, confident self when he says these things. Oddly, I typically have no make-up on, hair hideously frizzy from a lack of conditioner (the specialty scent blocking body wash and shampoo-in-one is clearly designed by a man!), and there is not one “pop of color” in my wardrobe. In another attempt to delight my husband, I decided to try and learn to use a mouth reed while he was out of town. I had fantasies that I would put the kids to sleep, paint my toenails, and learn to perfect the intricacies of elk bugling all in the same evening. Objectives one and two were fulfilled swiftly, but the third still haunts me. After several attempts involving multiple YouTube Videos (the instructional DVD that came with the reed did NOT cover basic positioning properly,) gagging, and much drooling out of the right side of my mouth, I managed to master a very simple noise. If anyone needs an expert at mimicking injured seagulls with an elk reed, I could be persuaded to share my tactics. I often think of all the extra fun we could have been having through those years had I not let my fear keep me from sharing his interests. Let that settle for a minute. Are you missing out on something fun with your significant other because you haven’t given a second thought to their hobby or you are just certain you will be terrible at whatever they love to do? The truth is that it’s easy to default to the routine of life. Work. Kids. Eat. Sleep. The biggest mistake you can make for your entire family is to let that connection with your partner start to fade simply because you are too busy. Sharing interests can cause you to work in sync on an unreached level. You can stand stronger with each other, for each other, and lean on each other. We are all in constant need of connection. The greatest reward is by trying something new, you will see your spouse in a whole new light while they are teaching you the details of their craft or when you are learning a new skill together. Every venture may not be simple or successful but it will have value worth the weight of an enormous bull elk for your relationship. Take their hand and step out for an adventure. If at the end of the day, you didn’t see a single deer, or you nearly peed in your new hunting pants because in a sleep deprived state you imagined a wolf sitting across from you, all is not lost. You probably still had a few good laughs on the drive out there, spied a couple of abandoned vintage trailers in fields, and had more than a few moments of complete admiration for your spouse. In the end, all we truly need is to make memories and admire each other while we grow old together. The two of us? We will just be doing it dressed in fine woodland printed attire, smelling like who knows what, and learning to keep our (my) conversational impulses down for the good of the hunt. Here’s to happy hunting and even happier marriages!
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