THUMP THIS

Three people selecting watermelons from a large wooden bin labeled Summer Harvest
Three people choose fresh watermelons at a grocery store’s summer harvest display

I watched my grandmother thump watermelons going back to the 1950s. Mom did the same. I was told that thumping can tell a buyer just which one to choose. I believe it’s more of a ritual than anything scientific, with the thumper merely acting as if they know a good watermelon from a bad one.

Not once have I seen a younger person ask an older adult to thump their melon. They do it themselves, not having an inkling what they’re listening for. If their grandparents instructed them it was probably erroneous information to begin with.

People supposedly thump watermelons because the sound can indicate ripeness and internal texture. When you tap or thump a watermelon, shoppers are usually listening for a deep, hollow, resonant sound. That can suggest the melon has a high-water content and a mature interior.

A dull, flat, or overly dense sound may suggest the melon is underripe, overripe, mealy, or less juicy—though it’s not a perfect test. The practice likely goes back centuries, because people have long used sound to judge the quality of fruits and containers—similar to tapping barrels, gourds, or squash. No wonder so many yellow squash look as if they’ve been abused.

Watermelons have been cultivated for thousands of years, with origins in Africa, but the specific habit of “thumping” watermelons is difficult to date precisely because it was mostly a folk practice passed down informally rather than documented in writing.

I’ve tried to discern the sound of a good watermelon over a bad one by flicking my index finger on the outside. Since I have poor hearing, they all sound the same. The only true means would be to core drill to the inside, but that’s not allowed unless it’s in your own garden.

Mama Haynes grew watermelons, and they were generally always good. She used real cow and horse manure as fertilizer, saying that it made the soil sweet. I had to look this up.

Horse and cow manure are used as fertilizer because they add nutrients to the soil and improve the soil’s ability to hold water and air. As manure breaks down, it releases nutrients such as nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium, which help plants grow strong roots, leaves, vines, flowers, and fruit.

It also adds organic matter, which helps sandy soil retain moisture and loosens heavy clay soil, making it easier for roots to grow. Manure also feeds the tiny organisms in the soil that help break down plant material and turn it into food plants can use.

Fresh manure can be too strong for plants, so it’s usually better to use it after it has aged or been composted before working it into the garden. Aged manure is less likely to burn plants, spread weed seeds, or carry harmful germs. The cardinal rule before using is: “If the pile is green, save it ’til next spring!”

I’ve never lived on a farm, nor do I have a green thumb. If I did, my motto for using animal dung as fertilizer would be a bit more logical. “If the pile is reeking, hungry flies are still eating!”

These days, when I purchase watermelon, I buy the sliced and prepackaged trays because I can see what I’m getting. Some will say this is more expensive, but when I bought a whole melon, a good portion of it ended up being thrown out.

The practice of thumping melons will undoubtedly continue long after I’m gone. Perhaps someday, an X-ray device will be available to peer inside things. Although I’m not going to buy a whole melon anymore, I still thump them as a personal tribute of sorts to my late mother and Mama Haynes.

Man in yellow safety vest scanning watermelons with a handheld scanner at market
A woman X-raying watermelons at a grocery store using a handheld device

WEED THIS

“Most fellows don’t like to follow instructions — preferring to figure things out on their own by looking at pictures.”

Like many guys, I’m not one to read and then follow instructions. A 1963 elementary school report card that my Mom kept and then passed on to me, shows 4th grade teacher Mrs. Hagan penned the following negative information in the comments section, “Michael does not follow directions.”

Most fellows don’t like to follow instructions — preferring to figure things out on their own by looking at pictures. Our caveman ancestors did exactly the same finding it much simpler than reading.

I recently purchased a motorized weed sprayer from Amazon and it came without instructions — along with missing several 5/16 inch nuts. Taking the large shipping box apart, I placed it flat on the garage floor, and was able to successfully put things together going by picture alone.

This was only accomplished after driving to Ace Hardware to purchase the missing pieces. Thankfully, that store is a little more than a mile away. During any summer projects, I’ve been known to make 4 trips there in one day alone. Oftentimes, it’s not for parts — as they have an ice cream novelty cooler as you enter the front door.

I ran calculations through my brain on how much weed preemergent is required for 31 gallons of water. One gallon came out as more than enough liquid. Making a 20-mile roundtrip to Tractor Supply for the product, I was all set until I decided to read tiny instructions barely legible on the gallon jug. Turns out I needed 184 ounces of juice, and of course, a gallon is only 128 ounces.

Back to the store I went, trading in this jug for a two-and-a-half gallon version, along with handing the cashier another $75.32. My wife suggested that I read the sprayer instructions on how to “dial in” the flow control before doing any spraying. I started to do so before becoming confused and giving up.

Attaching this towable spraying apparatus to the trailer receiver behind our Jeep, a switch was flipped on allowing the precious liquid to begin flowing. Having calculated in my head that 32 1/2 gallons of the mixture would easily cover 13,000 square feet of ground, I began driving circles, gradually moving towards the heart or center of this property. With 3/4 of the job complete, no more juice was hitting the ground.

With this taking place in Kingman, and my not wanting to go back before the job was complete, I decided to use up the leftover gallon of weed killer. It was mixed with another 20 gallons of water making for a total of 52 1/2 gallons of preemergent. Driving a bit faster this time there was barely any left in the tank when finished.

Once we were back home in Havasu, I took time to carefully scrutinize the mixture control instructions for my sprayer, finding that it was set way too high. Turns out I was putting down twice the weed killer recommended by the manufacturer.

With my wife giving me grief after hearing this regarding wasted money, in the back of my mind, I was okay with the mistake if you can even call it that. In the male way of viewing these simple miscalculations, more is always better.

More food, more drink, more horsepower, more solar panels, etc., are prime examples. I didn’t tell Joleen that I generally use the same formula when adding soap to our washing machine. When Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup is added to a glass of milk I go strictly by color alone. My wife doesn’t understand this madness because it’s a male trait although I could be wrong!