Avorancher,
I'm headed there in a few weeks, so i will take a close look at it then. For some reason i have these strange visions of retirement:
Wake at dawn, gear up with BDU's, boots, gloves and goggles. Scurry into the bush wearing a back-pac tank full of roundup while swining a huge 4' machette. Mumble to myself as i inspect the results of the last frontal attack(new shoots popping thru the soil). Mix new potent of chemicals that also kill birds flying overhead and eats thru the tractor tires. Browse military web pages for classified radical wepons(and try and buy them on the black market). Wife constantly asking, "Honey are you OK?" Spend weeks cutting, collecting, and bundling stalks to sell to the local nursery, only to be 13th in line behind other pickup trucks full of same. Friends show up unannounced for "bamboo intervention", but can't convince me to drop the machette. Watch Caddyshack 118 times to find out what Bill Murray did wrong. Travel to remote part of Thailand in search of a rumored bamboo wasp that lays it's eggs in the root system wiping out the plant. Smuggle said wasp into Tennessee only to have it learn that the local Oak,Pine,Walnut, Hickory, etcetcetc are much better hosts and die twice as fast, accelerating the wasps brood to epidemic levels. In my twilight years i sit on the porch and stare at a solid wall of "Boo" that encapsulates my house......still mumbling, and now hearing a constant buzzing sound! /forums/images/graemlins/crazy.gif !
Did i mention the this Bamboo stuff is bugging me slightly?
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RD