So today was interesting. I hung out all day at the grain elevator in Carleton, NE, it was a bit unnerving to have a huge Union Pacific train pass by about every hour. No one else seemed to notice but me, then there were all of the trucks coming in to drop off their bushels, it is a busy time of year.
The room right next to where we met had the scale info and this really nice lady Renee would dump some of the corn through this machine that would determine the weight of the corn based upon how much moisture it had in it and then she would dump it in a bucket, over and over and over.
Learned a lot and met many new people, the farmers love to come into the FSG (Farm Service Group) and shoot the breeze which we all know I am not too bad at either, so it was fun. I met this little old guy named Dale who asked me if I was a single lady and why in the world would I ever want to live in Minnesota when Nebraska is right here in front of me.
He also told me a lllooonnnngggg story about a hunter who visited "back in the '70s" who brought him some moonshine in exchange for letting him shoot some pheasants. Evidently the moonshine is in the machine shed, probably along side the plow he began farming with "more years ago than I would care to know"which he used to pull with two one-eyed mules.
Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings - I get to go out with one of the farm marketers visiting farmers and talking about corn and collecting contracts.
The room right next to where we met had the scale info and this really nice lady Renee would dump some of the corn through this machine that would determine the weight of the corn based upon how much moisture it had in it and then she would dump it in a bucket, over and over and over.
Learned a lot and met many new people, the farmers love to come into the FSG (Farm Service Group) and shoot the breeze which we all know I am not too bad at either, so it was fun. I met this little old guy named Dale who asked me if I was a single lady and why in the world would I ever want to live in Minnesota when Nebraska is right here in front of me.
He also told me a lllooonnnngggg story about a hunter who visited "back in the '70s" who brought him some moonshine in exchange for letting him shoot some pheasants. Evidently the moonshine is in the machine shed, probably along side the plow he began farming with "more years ago than I would care to know"which he used to pull with two one-eyed mules.
Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings - I get to go out with one of the farm marketers visiting farmers and talking about corn and collecting contracts.
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