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Had that happen once to me. I was working for the day labor when I first moved to Az. While looking for a permanent job.
We where sent out to a job site to save all the cactus for the building of a house and they where going to be replanted.
We where rolling the barrell cactus to the spot of safe keeping and one rolled onto my foot. Steel toed leather boots.
So,try and pull the needle's (just a couple), out,or cut the boot.
Cant pull my foot out. So I used a pair of pliers and slowly pulled the few out that where in my foot.Oooooops,one of them broke off. Had to cut the boot.
 

Hola PIPIwh: I presume that you were going to be involved in a no.2 natures call and had just dropped your pants and in assuming the position you backed into a nice Cholla or other cactus. Couple that with hoards of hungry, violently active skeeters and we can speak in comradely terms of personal experiences In other words, "You Too ??"

I will not go into my first experiences with Cholla other than to describe the thorns.. They consist of a super sharp barbed point which is in turn is composed of multiple sheaths. So when you attempt to pull one out, you merely remove the core but leave the outside, 'flexible' layer still imbedded in your delicate anatomy

Don Jose de La Mancha El Spine expert, learned first hand.
 

no don jose....subsidence...standing next to, not uphill, of a 30ft. mine shaft, the earth just gave way....feet first into the shaft...broke fingernails going down trying to stop the fall,,,big fail...dead barrel cactus in the bottom...broke my fall...
the worst part...some friends an i were looking for this air shaft so we didn't fall into it while hunting up on that hillside.just below apache leap...
so here i am" hey guys, i found it." woosh...into the shaft.
 

well matt, just imagine attempting to remove a barrel cactus from one's posterior...
still have scars...lol

OUCH! Not a fun day in the park for sure.

Well,I was close to that also. Somero and I went out hiking last month,and when we stopped for a break, I sat down on my hunches.
Squatted down on the heels of my feet. Well I looked behind me and saw no cactus, but stuck to the back of my heal on my tennis shoe,was a cholla ball. A small one about the size of a Walnut.
Yup,right into my butt. But I was lowering my self slowly so it was easy to feel the first barb or so hit, and I immediately stood up.
Now I always wear the heavy cloth or canvas carpenter pants so the barbs basically stuck into my pants, and not deep into my butt.
So it was fairly easy to just pull the small ball off.
So,from now on, everyone look behind you before you sit or squat, and also check the back of your shoes.
 

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Just one encounter with a Jumping Cholla (it happens) should cure the tennis shoe sickness.

I would never go into the Supe,s without good leather boots. I speak from personal experience.

Take care,

Joe

Don Le Cholla, in defense of my shoes they are good leather and thick rubber with ample cushion, of course you realize that when one finally gets my foot I'm blaming you :laughing7:
 

OUCH! Not a fun day in the park for sure.

Well,I was close to that also. Somero and I went out hiking last month,and when we stopped for a break, I sat down on my hunches.
Squatted down on the heels of my feet. Well I looked behind me and saw no cactus, but stuck to the back of my heal on my tennis shoe,was a cholla ball. A small one about the size of a Walnut.
Yup,right into my butt. But I was lowering my self slowly so it was easy to feel the first barb or so hit, and I immediately stood up.
Now I always wear the heavy cloth or canvas carpenter pants so the barbs basically stuck into my pants, and not deep into my butt.
So it was fairly easy to just pull the small ball off.
So,from now on, everyone look behind you before you sit or squat, and also check the back of your shoes.

At first I thought something had bit ya since you jumped up so fast. Amazing how those pods get everywhere without the parent plant anywhere nearby.
 

At first I thought something had bit ya since you jumped up so fast. Amazing how those pods get everywhere without the parent plant anywhere nearby.

That thing was probably on the back of my foot since where we started at the bottom before our climb.
Actually, after clearing the wash and starting uphill.
At least I have a Cactus proof device that covers my left cheek or half of it. Its known as my bikers wallet. Truckers wallet to some.
That's what we need, Flak underwear. Or a thin sheet of Kevlar.
 

That thing was probably on the back of my foot since where we started at the bottom before our climb.
Actually, after clearing the wash and starting uphill.
At least I have a Cactus proof device that covers my left cheek or half of it. Its known as my bikers wallet. Truckers wallet to some.
That's what we need, Flak underwear. Or a thin sheet of Kevlar.

Full body armor................and the Cholla will still get through. :censored: Cholla

Still need to get back to that ledge above the "hole" where that dead cactus was, last trip out I did not make it.
 

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Back to G.E.

Some benefits of G.E. as a tool.

Identifying some landmarks and if they are recent.


Older G.E. image shows that the whiter area is more recent since it is absent in this image.


 

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Somero you posted -->course you realize that when one finally gets my foot I'm blaming you
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You would ya meanie, Vengence would be having to clean up yourself with a Mature cactus pad, even worse would be one with well developed itty bitty hard ones.

Don Jose de La Mancha
 

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Don Jose

Think I'll stick with corn cobs, gravel, sandpaper, or even John Wayne Toilet Paper................Rough........Tough.............Takes No S:censored: off anybody. :icon_thumleft:
 

Eric:

Goes to show how erosion from summer monsoons can change the landscape in surprising ways.
Might be why your white boulder is now visible, whereas it couldn't be seen before.
Would be something to consider, if one were to use such things as landmarks on a map.
Or even when concealing something by covering it up.

Regards:SH.
 

As another side note, someone told me once that a way to look for old trails is to watch for signs of cholla growing in lines along places where there are no other (or at least very few) other cholla growing. The theory I assume is that cholla balls got stuck on mules, horses, feet and clothing and then redeposited along the way where they ultimately started growing again.

Dunno if that's valid or not, but something to think about.
 

That's the reason they're so sticky...:laughing7:
Cholla is also eaten by mule deer, and so far as I know burros and mules on occasion.
These animals all leave a trail of droppings containing both seeds and fertilizer.
Some pretty good trails pass right through the middle of cholla groves.
As does the one in Eric's photo above.
 

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Another thing to keep in mind.
While G/E may offer state of the art 3D computer generated imaging of the earth's surface and what was on it at the time the satellite data was compiled, Google still has to spend additional money, and a LOT of it, to field a huge fleet of camera-equipped vehicles which roam the world taking real photos, so that folks can see what their houses REALLY ! look like in Street View.
 

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So,from now on, everyone look behind you before you sit or squat, and also check the back of your shoes.
I guess yall know the ole cowboy saying:
"Never squat with ye spurs on"
 

OUCH! Not a fun day in the park for sure.

Well,I was close to that also. Somero and I went out hiking last month,and when we stopped for a break, I sat down on my hunches.
Squatted down on the heels of my feet. Well I looked behind me and saw no cactus, but stuck to the back of my heal on my tennis shoe,was a cholla ball. A small one about the size of a Walnut.
Yup,right into my butt. But I was lowering my self slowly so it was easy to feel the first barb or so hit, and I immediately stood up.
Now I always wear the heavy cloth or canvas carpenter pants so the barbs basically stuck into my pants, and not deep into my butt.
So it was fairly easy to just pull the small ball off.
So,from now on, everyone look behind you before you sit or squat, and also check the back of your shoes.

my mother made me go to school the next day..."serves you right..." sitting on hard wood chairs all day didn't help...
 

Pippin,
Should have faked the fever or throwing up.
Sent ya pm also.
 

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