Last Farm

Done

Last farm done. On the bean run. Finished across the creek in the dark. Good run. Good riddance. As of tomorrow. Once I load out the last disgusting, dirty, auger eating load of the Chinese revenge, soybeans. Headed for China probably. It’s late and I’m tired but had to brag about being done with beans.

Brag!

On to Corn.

Cc.

 

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The Full Story

Not the last farmer. I get to drive by three other farmers not done harvesting corn on the way up to my last farm to harvest. One of them don’t have their own combine and the other two run green ones, one an old 6620 about the same age as mine, the other runs two new ones with wide heads dumping into a grain cart and semis.  It may not change things but misery loves company. Hey, we could start a company and …….

The bin’s full on the last farm, I had a couple good days running. The wagons are likewise full. As is Gary, my dream machine combine from up by Sioux City. It has performed flawlessly since I changed out the electric fuel pump. By ten o’clock last night I was heading home to rest the rest. The night before I had run late filling up the wagons I had dumped right before sunset. Last night I finished dumping what would fit in the bin after dark. I was wandering around the field driving my old 856 pulling wagons using only a flashlight for light. I’m glad that went well considering the terraces.

That’s the full story from here in the corn patch, I hope all is well with you and yours where ever you and yours have come a shores. If I don’t see ya before then, have a happy thanksgiving. I know I will.

See ya then, see ya there.

Cc

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Last Farm

Last Farmer too. Or so it seems. Until you get out and drive. There’s cornfields out there that haven’t been touched yet. Whole farm size fields like mine. Ah but as of sundown tonight mine’s been touched. More than touched. Down right violated. Penetrated to the core. Opened right up.

I see it’s after midnight. A drizzle came up as I was cutting my last hopper. The wagons are all full. The first time in a long time. One is full sitting on the farm I just finished.  I was thinking of dumping it in the bin and running the wagon to the last farm and refilling it there. Then the drizzle started. The fog had moved in right after sunset. It had only just left at noon.

It’s late and I’m tired. I wanted to call last farm though.

Then, there

Cc

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Last Farm

To combine beans on. If you’re counting bean farms. Hands down some of the finest weather all year. Great day for cutting beans. Loaded a semi load of beans out this evening at sundown. Headed for Bunge’s crush plant. They will be meal and oil within the week. Local beans for local jobs. Then shipped to China.

Quit right after dark. No wind. No moon. Bright beautiful stars. Cleaned up and warmed up some leftovers. It’s 10:00 PM. Posting this then headed for bed. Sweet dreams, internet.

Cc

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The Final Countdown (The Last Patch)

Last Field. Last Farm. I forgot to call last farm the other day, yesterday.  It was the other day I hit last farm but I took two off over the Holiday week end. Yesterday in my post I should have called last farm. Today I did. Last Farm. Did I mention I’m planting my last farm? I have fifteen acres left. Yesterday’s fifteen acres turned out to be more like twenty five. I was only finishing up in the twilight. I was exhausted so I came in the house (This last farm happens to be the home place) to check the radar. I had seen a thunderhead blowing up in the far distant south and I didn’t want to stop if we had rain moving in. Even if it meant starting this last patch in the near dark and running most of it in the dark.

Yesterday I ran after more openers and ordered more packer wheels for the grain drill from Lindeman’s Tractor. I had a Silly Philly at The West Side Diner in Atlantic, Iowa and headed home to fuel up the 1466 and fill the two seed boxes on the drill. I headed out and muscled up the dual rim and what was left of the hub that broke off running down tile line dirt humps and unloaded it up by the shop. Did I mention the wheel falling off the other day? That’s what I get for running on a Sunday. I sent the stay at gone mom into town after the last of the seed and headed down across the creek to finish that patch. No major breakdowns happened. But like I said, there was about ten more acres left to plant over there than I thought.

This last patch is the one I drive by every time I leave or arrive at the home place. It lays right alongside the driveway and the road.  There was no rain on radar until Kansas and that wasn’t blowing up larger or moving north so I crashed hard and heavy. Almost as if I was already done. This morning I checked the net for a 16 day rain outlook from NOAA and they have us down for between 5 and 10 inches of rain by the middle of June. This will be the last chance to slug soybeans into the ground until the last half of June. Literally the final countdown on planting. I couldn’t be happier. There’s no feeling like working the last patch.

Except maybe being done.

Until I am …….

Cc

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