Classic. Reminds me of our first swarm we tried to capture. In the hours it took us to gather what was needed, read up on techniques, watch videos, we were finally ready. Unfortunately, so were the bees. We were both suited up and approached the swarm...right as they left for a new and better home. Cindy yelled, go get 'em! I ran after them. Only when I was a hundred yards up a steep pasture did it dawn on me that this was not going to happen. I slowed my run and turned around and went home as the bees crested the hill. They don't call, they don't write.
Classic. Reminds me of our first swarm we tried to capture. In the hours it took us to gather what was needed, read up on techniques, watch videos, we were finally ready. Unfortunately, so were the bees. We were both suited up and approached the swarm...right as they left for a new and better home. Cindy yelled, go get 'em! I ran after them. Only when I was a hundred yards up a steep pasture did it dawn on me that this was not going to happen. I slowed my run and turned around and went home as the bees crested the hill. They don't call, they don't write.
Oh, the swarms that got away! I have a few dozen stories myself—seems like with each telling the swarms get bigger and bigger