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The 2012 Honey Harvest

Ever since early spring, the bees have been hard at work collecting pollen and nectar. But July marks the time of year when all their efforts finally pay off. At least, for us keepers because it’s Harvest Time!
[Of note, we only had one hive (The Golden Girls) ready this year. The other two were installed this spring and it’s best to allow them at least one season to build up both brood and comb.]
What follows is a pictorial run-through of our experience from hive to bottle.
 
PHASE ONE: THE HIVE MIND
The first, and likely most complicated issue of the harvesting process is figuring out how to get X-pounds of honey out of the hive. It’s especially challenging when tens of thousands of bees have been working diligently to create and store it and are not inclined to give it up. In the old days*, beekeepers had to destroy the skep hives to get to the honey, but thanks to Dr. Langstroth, we modern keepers can pull individual frames with relative ease.
I emphasize the word “relative”.
Getting the bees out of the honey supers can be a challenge. Some keepers like to use a bee escape (a wooden or plastic contraption that allows bees to move out of the honey supers but won’t let them back in), but we haven’t had much success with them in the past. Instead, CobraMrsFit and I used a fume board which is basically a wooden cover with a cotton cloth interior and a metal top.
Yup. That’s all there is to it.**
Normally we’d place that bad boy with the metal to the sun for a few minutes to heat it up and then spray down the cotton interior with the Smelly-Stuff***. We prefer Ficher’s Bee Quick because it has a manageable, cherry scent. There are other products out there that are just as effective, but CobraMrsFit and I agree many smell like rotting death. With the fume pad heated up good and plenty, the Smelly-Stuff begins cooking off some impressive stench (cherries/rotting death) and we’d replace the top-cover and inner cover with the fume pad and let it work its magic. The smell drives the bees down into the hive, allowing us to pull the honey supers off.
Smells like….victory.****
Unfortunately, this year it was overcast, so I decided to place the fume board in the oven at 170 degrees F.
[Pro-Tip: Don’t place a fume board in the oven at 170 degrees F.]
Deciding that burning the house down was boarder-line stupid, we opted to just spray the board without the benefit of heating it up first. Thankfully, it worked just as well because after 5-10 minutes, the upper honey super was mostly clear of bees. We removed the top super, transfered the frames into an empty super (brushing stragglers with our bee brush), and then repeated the process until we’d removed all the honey we needed. This year we took approximately 17 frames of honey, although not all of them were packed to the gills.
With our golden prize in hand, we returned to the back porch and began prepping for the extraction process. But thanks to the amazing brains and “noses” of our little ladies, we soon had to relocate indoors because a whole mess of bees followed us. Like I said, they don’t like to give up their honey.
Once safely inside, we were ready for the next phase.
PHASE TWO: OPERATION EXTRACTIFICATION
There’s a lot of gear out there for extracting, but I’m a firm believer in the basics. For 2012, we used a motorized 6-frame extractor tank, two plastic buckets, a serrated “carving knife” (aka: The Serrated Knife of Dooooooom!), a cappings scratcher, a metal strainer, and several sets of clean pantyhose (not mine).
With everything set, it was time to rock and roll with the multi-step process of getting the honey out of the frames.
 
The extracting gear ready to go.
Step One: Cap-Scratch Fever. Below you can see a full frame of capped honey. CobraMrsFit and I use medium frames which hold approximately 5-7 lbs of honey each. But to get to it, you have to remove the cappings.
[Of note, “capped honey” is when the bees fill a cell with honey and place a wax capping over it to seal it in.]

There’s gold in them there frames!
Utilizing The Serrated Knife of Dooooom, I slid it along the frame and simply sliced the wax cappings off the comb. For anything that I missed (along the top and right of the frame in the picture below), I scraped it with the cappings scratcher (small, yellow tool in the following picture).
Removing the cappings.
CobraMrsFit wielding her WMEs (Weapons of Mass Extraction).

A fair amount of honey tends to go with the cappings, so we dropped them into the strainer. It caught the big stuff and the pantyhose over top of the bucket below filtered the rest. 

Cappings with The Serrated Knife of Dooooooom and the cappings scratcher.

Gravity did a decent job, but there was still some honey left in the cappings, which brought us to…

Step Two: Milking the Cappings. It’s exactly what it sounds like. We placed the cappings into the leg of a pantyhose and I…um…milked it.

“Milking” the cappings for more liquid gold.

 It was a messy, messy process.

Honey Hands!
Step Three: You Spin Me Right ‘Round, Baby. With the cappings removed and properly milked, we placed the frames into the extractor, shut the lid, and let centrifugal force do its thing.
[Pro Tip: Whether using a hand-crank or power extractor, it’s better to start slow and then work up to a fast speed. If you go full-bore from the get-go, you risk blowing out the comb. In the industry, this is know as “bad”.]

Frames ready to spin.

The honey was slung to the sides of the extractor and pooled at bottom. When enough had collected, we opened the gate and strained the honey through the pantyhose into the bucket.

The first pour.

Straining the flotsam and jetsam from the honey.

The junk you see in the above photo is wax comb. We filtered a lot more this year which I believe was due to using the scratcher on more cells than in the past.

An impatient CobraMrsFit.

 As you can see, SOME people weren’t willing to wait for…

PHASE THREE: ALL BOTTLED UP

With the honey strained, it was time to bottle our liquid gold. We used a mishmash of containers from last year (seen below) as well as several cases of 8 oz jelly jars. Personally, I’m not a fan of jelly jars because the honey tends to cause the inner cap to stick to the glass, but we had a hard time finding solid-lid jars.

Ready to bottle.

The first bottle.

Fill ‘er up!

An impatient Sister Unit helping us “clean up”.

 And once again, not everyone was willing to wait for us to finish.

Process complete. We ran out of jars and had to tap into the Tupperware.

PHASE FOUR: ENJOYMENT

‘Nuff said….

FINAL THOUGHTS
For 2012, we harvested a total of 43.1 pounds of honey. By comparison, the same hive produced 17 pounds in 2011. Granted, we had a mild winter and a lot of good rain throughout the spring and summer, but CobraMrsFit and I were impressed with the amount bottled. With any luck, the two new hives we installed this year will survive the winter and thrive like The Golden Girls did.

What’s interesting is that we did a side-by-side comparison with the honey from last year. Despite being from the same hive, this year’s honey was much darker. It could be a factor of the comb, the plants that the bees are foraging from, or a combination therein. Whatever the reason, it didn’t affect the flavor one bit. The 2012 honey is mind-blowingly tasty.

Side-by-side comparison of honey from the same hive. 2012 on the left, 2011 on the right.

And that’s it. From start to finish, it took us about 10 hours spread over two days, but a lot of that time was spent either removing the frames from the hive or waiting for the honey to strain. It was messy at times, but the reward was well worth the effort.

*Officially defined as the period between 10,000 BC and May of 1998.
**Image courtesy of http://www.dadant.com/catalog/product_info.php?products_id=475
***It is SO a technical term.
****Image courtesy of http://www.dadant.com/catalog/product_info.php?products_id=483
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Fishing, Farming, and Flying

For the handful that actually read this blog (you rock, Mom!), apologies for being offline for a while. CobraMrsFit and I were on vacation. Nothing too fancy, but a nice, relaxing trip to her folks’ farm and then a reunion with some Marine buddies. Rather than bore you with the details, I’ll just….

Ahaha, just kidding. I’m gonna bore you with the details.

Let me begin by saying that I have the best In-Laws on the planet. Hands down. They’re a close family and I feel truly blessed that CMF and I lucked out with our kin.

Anyway, the In-Lawless (as I like to call them), live in West Tennessee which is about 13 hours from everything, but with a surprising amount of history and personality.

FISHIN’

I’ll let the picture speak for themselves here.

FARMIN’

Post fishing, I had the chance to visit the In-Lawless’ farm. Located in a little town near Brownsvilled called Nutbush, the farm has been in their family for several generations. They live in a growing city, but their farm (and their history) is tied to a little town called Brownsville.

FLYIN’
Rounding out the vacation was our trip from Tennessee to Orlando for the USMC Combat Helicopter reunion, aka: Popasmoke*. Held every 2 years, the Popasmoke gang is primarily comprised of Vietnam vets, although a few years ago they opened the organization up to any Marine rotorhead with combat experience. That was a special treat for me since I’d been going to the reunions with Dad for some time, but was finally able to join on my own.
Anywho, this year the reunion was located at the JW Marriot Grande Lakes in Orlando, FL and I have to say, it was the nicest venue we’ve ever had. 5-Star all the way across the board which is a little bewildering for a bunch of old farts who are just as happy with a case of beer and a packet of Twinkies. But hey, sometimes it’s nice to be spoiled.
Much of the reunion was standard fare: Wine, golf, static display of aircraft, lies about how great we were in our youth, toasting fallen comrades, etc. Not much that is worth mentioning other than the fact that there’s a certain level of kinship had with people that have been through similar experiences. One of the great bonds Marines have is that no matter how old they get, there is a common connection that bonds them for life. From the Barbary Pirates to the present-day conflicts, Marines will still sit around, drink beer, and gripe about their Platoon Commander, the terrible chow, and uncomfortable boots. It’s a relationship that is hard to put into words, but one that links every Marine from the beginning of our history to today
*Note: “Pop a smoke” is a term used when helos are inbound to a position and want the ground bubbas to toss a can of colored smoke in order to indicate where the LZ (landing zone) is.
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