Soybean Fun.
No, faithful readers, there was not some sort of miraculous recovery of my soybeans. Instead Boyd asked me to cut his beans that were across the road. This is because even a 9760 with a 35 foot header cannot cut twelve circles of beans in a timely manner, and ripe soybean plants are fragile things. Cutting soybeans after cutting high moisture corn is kind of like driving through rush hour in GCK after driving through rush hour in, say, Denver. It is almost relaxing.
I even got to unload like a civilized person again! Not like the madness at the feedlot.
The folks cutting the two circles for Boyd caddy corner to where we were cutting were not able to finish before the big rain (those soybeans were later maturing,) so Boyd now has ripe soybeans that have endured about 6 inches of rain and 60+ mph winds. Ouch.
Labels: Farmin', foreshadowing, I Wonder What the Neighbors are Doing, name dropping, weather
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