All I have to do is fall over it. Just in time for Fall’s about to end. This is a just in time world. I have enough shelled corn on wagons, six of mine and two I borrowed for the last day to get done, to fill Dad’s old wooden corn crib. I know because we filled it twice when me and younger brother started farming back in ’84-’85.

Now we only filled the sheds but I have enough sitting to fill the middle as well. It’s close to the road where we’re loading semis. If I had to I could maybe vacuum it all to the road though that shouldn’t be necessary. The weather is suppose to be nice enough to maneuver them up to the auger hanging over the ditch to the road.

Over all not a bad year. The extra from down south will maybe cover the shortfall up north where we got no rain in July. They can tout their high price hybrids all they want. The rain is what makes the difference in yield. And they’re not putting rain in that seed bag.

Then, there.



She’s Started!

Plant Eight Teen
I’m calling first farm. The one over west. Thirty six bags of high priced genetics scattered all over hell’s half acre. Eighty something acres done. That’s one sixty plus half acres.  Bean ground. I tweaked up the population a grand. Hope we get the rain. Three fifty of corn on corn to go. One hell & a half acres?                                                                                 Chains?
Then, there


Harvest 2016

Summer’s over. On Wednesday I loaded out the first three semi loads of new crop corn for delivery to Hancock for the grand spot price of $2.88 per bushel. Tuesday September 27th I officially started the 2016 corn harvest. The moisture is testing 18-19% and the test weight is 55 lbs. Not the best weight but drier than I expected.

So we’re off to the races. Hope for me good fortune and I’ll gladly return the favor. Sorry for the brevity but it’s more than I’ve posted in two months. Did you miss me?




More, or more.

I started picking corn on the farm north of I-80 yesterday. I never picked any corn on Veterans’ Day. I never even screwed any corn into a bin. It took almost all day to empty the wagons into the crib on the west farm and get the auger, hooked to the Hydro, the combine, and a couple wagons moved the five or six miles up to the northernmost farm. The sun was nearly setting when I got seriously started. By that time tonight I had the first twenty four acre patch done. Last night I had to quit when I run low on fuel around nine in the evening. By that time tonight the frost had shut me down.

This morning I took a couple more wagons with me behind the pickup when I headed up to get going again. While the stay at gone mom ran the truck after some more diesel fuel for the combine I rolled up the rest of the old barbed wire running from the bin west up the hill to the old building site. While the combine warmed up I popped the old “T” posts so the fence crew could do their magic. I swear they can build a singing tight five barb wire fence with two “T” posts to every wooden post faster than I can pick the corn to pay for it.

When I quit tonight the wagons were full. At least the four I have already moved up there. Tomorrow I will take the last couple with me when I go up to get going. Today I never needed them. I may have, had the frost not come on so fast. Most of the day I picked a hopper and ended up full near to the bin so the whole twenty four acre field was hauled to one wagon sitting at the auger by the bin. The bin is nearly in the center of the field. I filled the second wagon by the bin with the little left overs I’d have after filling the first wagon with the second hopper each time, allowing me to go get a third full hopper before starting the auger.

Well I’d better call it a night. The stay at gone mom’s returned, the kids have had their showers and if there’s any hot water left Dad’s going to wash up and sleep a few winks.

Nudge nudge, wink wink.