Bean There Done That

The bean run is done. Perfect weather for the whole race. Yields were good but not great. Maybe a little above average but nothing to brag about. I finished up on Thursday, October 22. It rained on the next day. Off and on all day. It was getting dry so the rain is a good thing. Fields were catching fire when worn out bearings threw sparks that ignited the super dry crop residue.

Thirty some acres of standing corn was burned down and totally lost somewhere nearby. According to the bar chatter on Friday evening. Fortunately I’m not part of the fire starter crowd since I’m not using my fire starting Fisher Price combine I’d bought (been ripped off for) locally by “a good church going Christian”. Everybody started carting a tractor hooked to a disk around to set in each field they were cutting in case of emergency. Nothing fights a field fire better than a disk.

Now it’s on to the corn. One crop down with one to go. In more ways than just price and harvest (and fire). I hear the corn dried down naturally in the field. Good thing since we are already losing enough money on every bushel as it is. Wet corn would have added insult to injury. I only wish the EPA would let my people grow and allow the ethanol to reach Congress’s mandated level of production. At the total mandated the surplus bushels would disappear and profitability could be restored in the grain growing business. As it is we are held hostage by appointed administrative bureaucrats. The kind that are very hard to fire since you can’t vote their sorry asses out of office.

After two weeks of climbing combine ladders I’m beginning to toughen up. Some of the soreness is abating from my muscles. Another three or four weeks will finish the crops and the workout. I’ll be fit as a fiddle going into winter. Ready to cut and split the wood for warmth.




We loaded the last semi load of beans for the crush plant last evening just as it was getting dark. The load was going in today sometime. We cracked open a twelve pack and drank us up a storm. By midnight the rain was over. We received a good soaking. I’d say up to an inch fell. The perfect ending for the bean run. By noon today it had cleared back off and the sun was shining bright. I took a nap this afternoon after I had moved the cows out on the last patch of now fresh bean stubble. While they took their first few mouthfuls I ran down witrh a few buckets and cleaned up the beans we’d spilled on the road loading trucks. A trap wasn’t quite closed once on the rear hopper and a few beans dribbled out onto the gravel. Another time the truck pulled too far forward as he switched to the rear hopper and some ran over the back onto the same pile.

We finished before the rain but about five hours before it started I never thought I was going to make it. As I was cutting beans around two or three in the afternoon the cutter bar suddenly stopped. When I got off to see if the drive belt had broke I discovered the wobble box that drives the sickle had all but fallen clean off. The four bolts that held it in place were still all there but the two front ones had been the only ones holding it on since the piece of plate steel that the rear two bolts were bolted to had broken off with the piece still firmly attached to the wobble box to no avail. Those two front bolts had shaken half off and allowed the box to move rearward enough to slacken the drive belt stopping the sickle from traveling back and forth.

So I needed two new bolts with lock nuts and a welder. That meant running up to get my borrowed welder back from the guy that borrowed it. I sent the stay at gone mom after the bolts over to the Titan IH machinery dealer a couple towns over. She had just enough time before having to go pick up the kids from school. By Five I had it back together and was out finishing the last couple acres. I called the trucker and the rest you know.

Now, for the corn …….