Without wishing to cast doubt on a fellow beekeeper's estimate of his yields, I struggle with the assertion that anyone could reap 40 kilos per hive off the 67th floor at the Marriott NYC.
Ha! And now for the rest of the story.
I met Andrew at the Union Square Farmer's Market. Wanted to see if he could use some honey. Couldn't hardly approach the guy...he was doleing out jars of honey and stuffing his pockets with cash. He took my card.
So, I started supplying him with buckets of extracted, and cases of comb honey. At first, things went well. He'd show up with a bag of cash...a big bag...and he'd leave with what he wanted. Over time, things fell apart. He couldn't pay on delivery. He couldn't fulfill his requests. Got to be a PITA.
In NYC, there are 2 bee associations. The New York City group, and the Gotham City group. They do not see eye to eye.
In fact, the Pres. of Gotham City wanted to buy some comb honey, but didn't want any of that rubbish that Andrew sells.
And Andrew tells me what an ass Jim is, and Jim repeats the same about Andrew. I just chuckle to myself. Neither knows that I know the other.
Think I'll lety on?
Of course, to sell produce at the Union Square Farmer's Market, you have to grow that produce within 250 miles of the market. I live significantly farther away than that.