|One of many sunsets I saw from the cab of my tractor|
Another big difference is that my Dad hired the soybeans to be custom harvested. We still ran our combine but there were two other combines going as well and I had to catch the soybeans from all three of them so that they never had to stop. It was such long hours and work with such intensity, especially at night when you had to have a photographic memory of what wagon/combine/ditch/fence row was where, I often spent my few sleeping hours racked with dreams about running the catch wagon. Many times the dreams were so intense that I would wake up and it would take me several minutes to convince myself that I was home in bed and not running behind and spilling soybeans everywhere.
|Eagles nest high in the tree overlooking the soybean field and nearby pond|
We ran out of grain bins before we ran out of fields and had to continually ship grain to local elevators where we pay to store it there until it is sold. Even in the end, with other farmers in the same situation, the semis were all tied up and we couldn't get anything hauled. We had to just sell everything in our wagons that wouldn't fit in the bins so that we could have enough freed up to finish the last 20 acres of corn, which still sits in wagons for the time being. I'm guessing we will end up hauling it to town ourselves to store it if a semi doesn't become available in the next few days.