Field Four

Last field. The fifteen acres alongside the lane and road are about half combined. When I stopped at sundown last night I had everything except the two Stanhoist barge boxes and the anti gravity wagon full of beans. Including the 1440. After a miscommunication the truck wasn’t called to haul away a load yesterday. Fortunately the seven or so acres I have left will fit on the two Stanhoist  wagons leaving the bigger anti gravity wagon to use when I switch over to combine corn. Just in case we continue to miscommunicate with the trucker and the beans sit on wagons for a while. I like leaving my options open.

Yesterday morning while the dew burnt off I moved the hot wire re bar posts over alongside the beans by the fence across the creek so I wouldn’t hit them when I cut the outside Round. I saved the outside to finish filling hoppers that were too full for another round but not quite full yet. I would whittle away at that outside round a little at a time filling those nearly full hoppers on my way back to the wagons I dump the combine on. Then I loaded some old cement and rocks to throw onto the creek crossing. I was able to drive down through the crossing my grandad put in back in the fifties.

Well I’m fresh back from loading another semi load to go to the crush plant. The trucker called as I was writing that last paragraph. It’s twenty after ten on a dry, dew free morning. There’s a breeze picking up out of the east and that can mean rain. I better go hit it one more time. With any luck the next post will be to brag about getting done with the beans. Make hay when the sun shines they say. That reminds me I have fifty five acres of pasture/grass hay that needs to be hauled in from the field where my older brother custom baled it. That should be done before the snow flies. It will be one of those filler jobs when the opportunities present themselves.

Gotta go …….



Lassy Fair

I’ve been cutting beans on the last farm I have beans growing on. But it’s not the last field on that farm. I’m cutting on the thirty five acre field across the creek. There is also a fifteen acre field on the hill by the road. Both fields were tiled with drainage tile this spring. The fifteen acre field had a wet spot where the ground water came seeping out of the hillside. It’s not a very large wet spot but the soil conservation service says that hill should have two terraces built on it and that it should be tiled. We’ll try the tile first. Terraces make hillsides wetter, we’d better see if we can keep it dry first. Terraces make the whole hill wetter all the way to the creek if there are any areas where water is sometimes near the surface. Adding a terrace can create a wetland.

That’s the case across the creek. The neighbor added terraces up hill from that patch. Added water infiltration from no till farming increases the effect on my side of the fence even though the slopes are low enough to require no terracing. Five or more acres in the thirty five there would sometimes stay too wet too long to produce a crop. I had hedged my bets over there by adding it to the creek pasture for about fifteen years. For four years now I have been growing continuous corn there because it’s less sensitive to excess moisture than beans are. This is the first time it has been planted to soybeans in about twenty years. We couldn’t have picked a better year to lay down the tile lines. You wouldn’t know it could ever be wet. In one of the wettest years I’ve farmed out of thirty one.

Well, I have cattle to move and another quarter mile of barbed wire to roll up this morning while it’s too wet to combine beans. Or more importantly I should move rocks down to the creek crossing so I can cross it with the twenty foot bean head still on the combine since it won’t fit across the eighteen foot county road bridge only a stones throw away. It may be called a quick attach head but it’s still a pain in the ass having to do it to simply cross the creek. My next door neighbor says the county is going to put a new bridge in to replace the one there. I hope it’s over twenty feet wide. That would save me some hassle every year.

Have a great day and hey, be careful out there. This is one of the most dangerous jobs in the country.

See ya then, see ya there.