The crop insurance adjusters left a few minutes ago. I must be so much trouble they sent me two. They asked where there was an elevator they could test the moisture on the sample. They pulled it from the grain bin in the one field that may have a legitimate claim. I had put in a claim against the all risk revenue assurance policy on every field. One field’s yield missed by only ten bushels. Some of the rest were way over the guaranteed bushels. That’s alright though, like I said a couple of years ago during the rampant drouth of 2112, “Insurance is there for the total loss, good management should get you through the shallow loss.”  It turns out these weren’t even shallow losses. They were more like barely break evens. Not all fields but maybe a third?

The truth is I never put a claim in on any of it. My agent, bless her soul knew we were running short on time and filed the claims for me before the deadline. Then I took all winter screwing around not proving my yields. I had this gut feeling there was going to be much ado about nothing so the fire under my arse was never lit. Had I not needed the information to buy another round of protection I wouldn’t be done with it now. That deadline was March 15. Beware the Ides of March. Et tu?? I’m not totally done but there’s nothing they need from me but a John Hancock so the ball’s squarely back in their court. And we’re back in the ring for another swing. Also, I’m able to rock n roll on trucking it back out of the bin. Now that the market is up a little…….

Speaking of up a little, I received the calf check in the mail. You member, the six bull calves that self sorted? Well all I can say about the ka-ching is how do I not load up the rest and really ring that cash register. Hands down the best property on the farm. Not counting the farm that is. They sold a couple of farms in the vicinity for north of twelve thousand an acre recently. I guess fools still got money. Somebody does anyhow. You’d think this dirt was in California or something. I know it’s getting dry enough to think it is. …..1936 here we come? Got Insurance?