The Cutting Edge

I guess I’m not as cutting edge as I think I am. But I drank the beer when chemical reps were trying to sooth hurt feelings because their company’s new chemicals carried over to screw up the next year’s crops. I even volunteered to take the half empty keg back to Hy Vee for them. Just as soon as we’d finished drinking it. Of course I’d not used the Scepter brand soybean herbicide that was killing the next year’s corn. I was only there for the free food. The free beer was a nice bonus. For a couple days. Then I had as bad of a hangover as the chemical. Almost. Unlike the corn Rotation I grew out of it eventually. But then my rotation window is a lot shorter. At least it was back then. Anymore it’s taking longer and longer for me to feel like drinking a beer after I have indulged in a few too many. Thanks Willy. But I can write.

Today when I clicked on “New Post” in my usual place on the page here on Cocreator’s New Blog the version of editor that popped up wasn’t the same. There are at least two places to get here that I’ve found so far, with one offering the same editor mode I’ve always used here on WordPress and the other offering a newer glitzier version. When I noticed an option to click over to classic mode I took the bait. I guess I’m not as cutting edge as I think I am. Glitzy isn’t me. One time I painted a tractor back to original and ended up rolling that tractor within a year. Smashing up the cab I had just traded for the fenders. That was one reason I’d painted it, to make the paint on the cab match the paint on the tractor.  I’m not meant to have nice things.

Even though I no till farmers were no till planting for decades before I adopted it. Even though I planted cover crops last year it was my first year. Unless you consider oats planted to get alfalfa up and growing a cover crop. I don’t. I’ve both cut it for oats hay and combined it for the oats. Some years both. I have grazed down an oat crop that I had used to get forty acres of brome grass to establish. But I had never planted a cover crop to keep green land that was in a two year corn/soybean rotation. Weeds usually did a good enough job of that. If you count weeds I’ve been using cover crops from the get go. Shepard’s Purse. Pennycress. Dandelion. Foxtail. I’ve used them all. But actually spreading radishes and rye grass, no. Now I read farmers have been doing it for decades. I’m maybe not as cutting edge as I think I am.

Even the rotational grazing I try to do to increase stocking rates has been around for decades. I’ve been doing it for maybe one. The Australians and the New Zealanders were the ones that supposedly developed the rotational grazing system. Long before American farm magazines were promoting it. I was doing it before I knew it was a system simply because I’d got in the habit of only selling bulls and I was getting too many head to simply let graze without starving them. My first rotation grazing was taking them out of the pasture and dry lotting them on hay. I’d notice the pasture would come back thick and lush if I would simply let it rest. After reading about paddocks I divided up the pasture into four sections and the rest is history. Which is where I usually come in. I love history. So I guess I’m not as cutting edge as I think I am.

But then I’m not The Creator, I’m Cocreator.



Not So Simple Division

I went to a farm sale yesterday. It’s not something I’m prone to do since there’s usually a large crowd of people. I’m not fond of crowds unless it’s an anonymous crowd of unknown folks. Where I feel invisible. Being a local farmer for over thirty years and growing up in this area being anonymous is pretty much out of the question. Which may explain why I’m usually off buying machinery at auctions that are usually sixty miles away or more. That and the fact what I want is usually at least that far away. This particular local sale had an old IH wagon end gate seeder. Someone had converted it from a wagon end gate seeder that was driven from the wagon’s rear left wheel to a three point seeder that drove off of the tractor’s PTO (power take off) via a V belt and pulleys. It had a larger five plus bushel oats hopper added above the original one bushel hopper and an old cream can strapped to the back of the additional hopper above the original grass seed hopper with a tube feeding out of the bottom of the cream can into the top of the grass seed hopper.

The reason I wanted this old relic was for one it was old and ugly and scrappy enough that I felt it would be sold for five or ten bucks. For another it was beat up and bent up and looked like it no longer worked so I’d be bidding against an iron salvage type individual. I wasn’t going to use it for it’s current purpose I was going to re purpose it to meter cover crop oats through the larger hoppers and maybe tillage radishes through the grass seeder. Depending on how large radish seeds are, as I’ve never seen any. Even though I had some flown on with a crop duster plane over the standing corn last summer along with rye grass. I want to sow the cover crops with the bean straw as it comes out the back of the combine this fall. Save the plane money. Yep I’m not only a no tiller now I’m officially a cover cropper. Even though the sale bill simply listed it as a three point seeder like it was still functioning I thought it was ugly enough to steer most folks away at first sight.

The sale bill also mentioned that a change in the farming operation was the reason for the sale. The sale was pretty well attended for a rainy day even though the change in operation turned out to be a divorce. I guess everyone’s drawn to a wreck. When I had a chance to ask the farmer having the sale where the parts combine was that they’d listed on the sale bill he said,” Ask my lawyer or my son, they hauled it to the scrap yard without even asking me.” When I looked puzzled he said, “We’re settling up a divorce and the sale is to establish the prices we will use to achieve a fair settlement. It’s one hell of a way to do it as far as I’m concerned.” I consoled him for his loss with a pat on the back and an encouraging word of agreement and went to the seeder I wanted to buy and waited for the crowd to approach with the auctioneers.

There’s something about an auction. If I’m there to simply hang out it’s no biggie. If I am there to buy something (which is usually the only time I go) it’s a different story. As soon as the crowd moves in and the auctioneers start to cry out the bids on my particular coveting my heart starts racing and my palms get sweaty. I’m so high by the time I start to bid that my ears are usually ringing and the crowd has disappeared except for the crier and the other buyer in a certain unexplainable tunnel like vision that settles in. Fortunately I set a top price I won’t go over before the bidding and this “possession” settles in and I’m not totally swept away by the moment. If the reader has never participated in an auction I highly recommend it. If one sets their cut off price low enough it’s the cheapest intoxication ever achieved.

Much like yesterday turned out for me. As the auctioneers approached with the ensuing crowd I jumped out of the truck we had driven damn near up to the seeder to wait in out of the rain and stood by my prey. The auctioneer started crying at fifty bucks, my cut off price. He wasn’t able to get a bid so he quickly dropped the bid to ten dollars. Now we’re talking. But before I got my arm in the air three guys had already run it back up to the starting point at fifty bucks. I wasn’t able to get that bid either since it quickly went to seventy five, then one hundred. By the time the sold cry came out the price for this pile of scrap iron had reached one hundred fifty US dollars. Unbelievable. Was it the cream can?  Where’s Farm Journal’s Machinery Pete? This has to be a record price. Fortunately the roach coach was selling maid rights for three dollars so I had two and we went home empty handed but full stomached. And still nearly full pocketed.

If it’s an auction I just may …….

See you there, see you then.