Rust Farm For Sale

For all you city folk dreaming of a lifestyle in the GNC, here is your chance to purchase an operating rust farm in beautiful West Kill, in the heart of the Catskill Mountains. 

Nestled between the fast-growing, quaint cities of Lexington and Shandaken on Route 42, this 40-acre farm features more than four dozen vehicles, farm implements and corrugated tin rusting away in the bright sunshine.  Conditions are perfect here for an abundant crop of fresh, fragrant rust year after year.

The prize possessions of the farm are several 1950s Ford pick-up trucks (pictured below), that have been award-winning rust producers for the past several decades.  The mushrooms growing under them are rich in iron, from the rust dripping onto the soil, so they will be delicious added to your salad of local leafy vegetables, sun-ripened tomatoes and  flavorful herbs. 

Given the state of the world economy, the price of rust will only go up: since fewer metal goods are being produced now, there will be less rust available when it is needed ten or twenty years from now.  Your retirement income is growing before your eyes!  

Sit on the front porch of your classic, original 1880's farm house and listen to the silent hum of oxidation working for you.   Leave the stress of city life behind!  

For more information about owning your own genuine GNC Rust Farm, please contact:

Meshuga Rust Farm, Route 42, West Kill, NY 12492. 
(We have no email, fax or internet service.)  No brokers.  
Serious Inquiries Only.  Pets OK.

Chillin' with Art

In the GNC, on a quiet stretch of Route 23A, West of Lexington, East of Prattsville, on the Eastbound side, there is a shady parking area with a water-level view of the Schoharie.  Mr. Art Flick spent many hundreds of hours at that spot in the Creek, perfecting his practice of trout fishing, researching the efficacy of various stream insects as bait and writing a bible on the subject. He died in August 1985 and the Catskill Mountains Chapter of Trout Unlimited wasted no time in installing a stone memorial there to the "great but humble" man who helped make trout fishing a joy for many others.


Now, Art's spot is a perfect rest stop for me as I bicycle Route 23A toward Hunter after breakfast at the Prattsville Diner.  State Troopers like the spot too, as do young couples and beer-drinkers of all ages.  No one at all is there today in this wonderful weather when I pull in for a short break and gulps of warm Gatorade. Well, I mean no one is there except Art who presides over the oasis with greatness, humility and patience as if waiting for an overdue fishing buddy.  After a few minutes, the Gatorade was consumed and I was saddling up to continue my ride home when Art said, "What's your hurry?".  


No hurry, Art. Think I'll just sit here and chill awhile.

                                                                                    Aug. 3, 1904 – Aug. 30, 1985