Strawberry mania spurs U-pick 'row rage'

Strawberry mania spurs U-pick 'row rage'

Eagerness for fresh berry flavour is apparently leading to incidents of "row rage" at southern Manitoba's U-picks this summer.

Most U-pick strawberry farms opened up on the weekend â?? two weeks later than usual, due to a cool spring.

The delay has left some people with pent-up berry cravings and a bit of an aggressive streak, says one U-pick operator.

"There's never been a fistfight, but pretty darn close one time. One of our guys kind of stepped in between them," said Murray Boonstra, who runs Boonstra Berries in Stonewall, Man., north of Winnipeg.

Weekend pickers were muscling in on each other's rows, resulting in yelling matches, Boonstra said.

"Sometimes they just don't listen, they keep doing it, and then they start screaming and yelling, and then we just nicely ask one of them to move to a different row," he said with a laugh.

"Usually the one, of course, who's stealing the berries from the other row, we just ask them politely, 'Why don't you just come with me and we'll put you in a better row,' we tell them."

It's mostly adults who cause the problems, Boonstra added.

Berry-lovers are so eager to get out in the fields, there was a lineup of people on the highway Monday morning, waiting to start picking â?? even in the unseasonably cool and rainy weather.

Strawberry mania spurs U-pick 'row rage'

Mmmmm my two favorite things:

Strawberries and violence.





I'd pay to see two grown men attack each other in a strawberry field.

Picture it:

Two men exchanging obscenities and then suddenly one makes a move and cracks his berry pickin' basket across the other mans back shoulders, berries flying everywhere.

What a bunch of idiots.lol I use to pick strawberries for money to buy school clothes when I was 5 or 6 years old. Its hard to believe what people get fired up about these days.

The u-pics around here don't go by row; you just go out, pick your berries, and pay the weight. People are freaks, obviously.

Once this period of prohibition ends, I'm gonna open a u-pick pot farm.

Ladies and gentlemen.... The BEATLES!!!!!

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Let me knock you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Berries are good, but nothing to get punched about.
Strawberry Fields of slaughter.

Living's not easy with eyes poked, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to beat someone, but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.

Let me beat you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Berries are good, but nothing to get kicked about.
Strawberry Fields of slaughter.

Someone I think is in my row, I mean it must be mine or yours.
That is you can't, you know, pick here, and it's not all right.
That is, I think you better go.

Let me stomp you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Berries are good, but nothing to get shanked about.
Strawberry Fields of slaughter.

Always no sometimes think it's me, but you know, I know when it's a dream.
I think I know I mean "Yes," but it's gibberish.
That is, I think I'll kick your ass.

Let me smack you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Berries are good, but nothing to get shot about.
Strawberry Fields of slaughter.
Strawberry Fields of slaughter.
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^ HAHAHAHAHAHAH

OMG I haven't laughed so hard in weeks!