I can verify that Gary does, indeed, have a huge pile of horse poo slowly cooking away on his property. It sported a mane of one or more different squash vines when I stepped around it (could have jogged and got winded after one lap, had I the energy that day) in late August. I'll second Harvey's endorsement of Gary's touch with his trees. His figs are in fantastic shape. I think his Black Ischia, four years younger than it's mother, is almost as large as mine, though I've got a branch here and there. I may have to cart in some doo doo of my own this winter and start a pile.
I haven't forgotten your stuff, Gary, and just finalized some other things I had cooking so I knew what else I could send along. If I have my act together, it'll get out tomorrow.