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Texas Today: A Sea of the Wrong Grasses

Texas Today: A Sea of the Wrong Grasses PERSPECTIVE Forrest S. Smith socks and shoestrings. The native Texas landscape is disap- pearing before our eyes, under a sea of the wrong grasses. What ran through my mind on April 26, 2009, when I n the ’60s when I bought this place and moved saw those maroon seedheads blowing in the breeze along- here from Houston, we had so many quail that side U.S. 183 was much different than what Nick Diaz “Iyou didn’t even need a bird dog to find them,” must have pictured in 1939. I wondered aloud what the mused my 85-year-old hill country neighbor. “Then,” he hell a grass that I work to rid south Texas of on a daily basis paused, his satirical glance drifting toward the mantle to was doing on a highway right-of-way in one of the most a dust-covered 20-gauge double-barreled shotgun and a rural counties of central Texas a hundred miles from where faded John Cowan Print of a quail hunt on a shin oak it ever grew in the past. In my 20 years of being a plant mountaintop of the Texas hill country, “by the early ’80s, maniac, and my father’s 40 of ranching, we’d never seen http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Ecological Restoration University of Wisconsin Press

Texas Today: A Sea of the Wrong Grasses

Smith, Forrest S.
Ecological Restoration , Volume 28 (2) – Jun 10, 2010
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PERSPECTIVE Forrest S. Smith socks and shoestrings. The native Texas landscape is disap- pearing before our eyes, under a sea of the wrong grasses. What ran through my mind on April 26, 2009, when I n the ’60s when I bought this place and moved saw those maroon seedheads blowing in the breeze along- here from Houston, we had so many quail that side U.S. 183 was much different than what Nick Diaz “Iyou didn’t even need a bird dog to find them,” must have pictured in 1939. I wondered aloud what the mused my 85-year-old hill country neighbor. “Then,” he hell a grass that I work to rid south Texas of on a daily basis paused, his satirical glance drifting toward the mantle to was doing on a highway right-of-way in one of the most a dust-covered 20-gauge double-barreled shotgun and a rural counties of central Texas a hundred miles from where faded John Cowan Print of a quail hunt on a shin oak it ever grew in the past. In my 20 years of being a plant mountaintop of the Texas hill country, “by the early ’80s, maniac, and my father’s 40 of ranching, we’d never seen

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Published: Jun 10, 2010

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