Bean Run ’18 Done

Just as it was getting dark.
Nothing all that great to report.
Average to below average looking beans.
All stem no pods. Who was that smart ass counting pods for USDA?
Get a rope!

Then, there.
(In the corn)
Cc

Rain

Again. We had a week or more of not rain. Time to run some soybeans through the combine and on into the elevator in town. For all the hungry piggies. And soy-diesel. I just took a nap. The first one since it last rained. When I woke up it was still raining. Very light rain. But enough to make working out in it suck. So we’ll heel. And heal.

I’m done cutting beans here at home. I have about three semi loads of beans delivered to the Scoular elevator in town. For the hungry piggies. And soy diesel. I wouldn’t eat them though. Not unless they’ve been turned into Natto. Hogs thrive on the meal however. The soy diesel smells so good when the city buses go by. How ’bout your city?

I have a set of hydro static motors to change out of one of the parts combines because mine is leaking way too much oil to keep in. Don’t get me wrong, the things work nice. I would like to run them until they crap out but oil is so expensive I can’t afford to keep leaking. It may even help the environment, if you believe in such things.

Time to get dirty. (er)

Then, there.

Cc

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Snow Way

……. we’re combining this morning. I’d have to say there’s a few inches of fresh wet snow on every north side of everything. So I’ll do some normal maintenance today. Grease. Oil. Fuel. Filters. You know the drill. Just because it’s junk doesn’t mean you don’t have to keep it up. It means you have to keep an even keener eye on it. I’m running out of parts combines.

The sun is out this morning with not a cloud in site at sunrise. I hope to see a week of the no cloud thing. How about it weathermen? Can you give us a month of clear sailing before you slam winter up our butts? We get it. First measurable snow of the year on the 14th. We only have 13 more to go. How about they all come in January? When we’re supposed to have snow.

With highs in the mid forties today will feel like January.
Happy Harvest ’18

Then, there.
Cc

Fog Water

Last year I called it puddles. This year the fog seams to be even deeper. You can feel the water in the air. Drenching you. I guess maybe Iowa could be a forest. If this keeps up it will. No matter how hard man cuts it back. Nature is a force to be reckoned with. We do the reckoning. That’s why it’s called weather. That’s how we reckon.

Oh the weather wreck ins. It wrecks outs. It can and does wreck everything built to withstand it. They call those incidents acts of god and don’t pay the indemnity. Or eat up the majority with deductibles. Trust me, once Warren has your dough it taint coming back. Nor would you want it. Not once it’s been turned into funny money. It’s best kept.

It took three machines but I got a combine put together and ready to go when this crap is over. A little snow to rattle the nerves and then we will be off to the races. Lots of folks have been fitten and starten but after this wet spell every machine in the county will roll out of the building sites and head out to run things down.

Like an old guy used to say at the “meetings” years ago, “I just hook on to something out in the trees and go drag it around when the neighbors do.” All I know is it’s fun. It don’t cost much either.

Then, there.
Cc