The pecans call me - "pick me up, don't let me just lay here". It has almost become an obsession. I can't go out into the yard without picking them up. My sister seems to have no such compulsion, but my brother-in-law understands. He has the "fever" too.
I have not even begun to pickup on the back acreage. The dogs and I go out and traipse around the property as I go on my hunt. My brother-in-law told me about a gizmo my sister had given him. It is basically a waist-high metal pole with a spring-like attachment on the bottom. It makes picking up the pecans a back saver. Of course, I had to look in the shed for it as I thought maybe my sister had hid it on purpose. I would not be thwarted! It works amazingly well!
I will post more pictures of my pecan creations as I go, but I can hear those nutty voices calling and I must go get more!