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My fascination with a country Feed Mill

In a very unexpected way I became hooked on an old feed mill.  Let me explain.

For years I pulled a hopper cross country hauling grain & other feedstuffs, usually delivering to feed mills.  The sounds and smells of a feed mill became familiar to me and actually part of my life, to some extent.  I slowly became "comfortable" around those feed mills and enjoyed seeing the inner workings of the various mills.

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Should I farm or repair machinery?

That is the question I found myself facing a few weeks ago. I had just started some field work when I popped a manifold bolt on my John Deere 8100 tractor. It happened on the second day in the field and I wasn't in the mood for tractor repair. The farm where I was working is only about 5 miles from a very good John Deere dealer with a top rated service department. I called my daughter to come pick me up and then started driving the tractor toward the big green sign.

Next plan was to get the JD 8400 from another farm about 70 miles to the Southwest.

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Your Attitude is a Powerful Business Tool

I have been tutoring a young man tonight with a few emails back and forth and thought I would combine them here for others to read. I have tried to edit them enough to keep them anonymous so I'll call him "Roy". I hope you enjoy.

Roy, as to your questions about finding a job on a farm, the only farmer I know anything about in your area is Mr. ####, and I suppose you know more about him than I do. I will mention that now is one of the very best seasons of the year to find work on the farm as harvest is under way and usually requires the most help of any of the farming operations.

It's not Dress Rehearsal anymore.

I'm nearly age 54 (only one year to the senior citizen discounts!) and have decided that the time has come for me to fulfill a desire I have toy-ed with for a couple of decades. I'll try to explain.

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I was born and raised in the northern middle of Missouri.

(Here I am building fence in the winter of 1971)

To cuss or not to cuss, that is the question.

I wrote this tonight in response to anothers thread and decided to add it to the blog too. Here is my post from AgTalk written once again:

I think surrounding yourself with people that don't swear helps a lot. I don't use foul language and never have, but I have always noticed that when I'm talking with someone who usually does, after a while into the conversation or the relationship (if over a few days or weeks) they will constantly be tripping all over themselves as they try not to cuss when talking with me. I've never mentioned it that I can remember during any conversation.

Gene was a great man, one of a kind I think.

About 1985 the wife and I were travelling through a small town near where we lived and we broke down in front of a very nice man's house. He came out and helped us get repaired and going again. During the conversation he told us he had not been working for a couple of years because he had been recovering from a serious heart attack, but he had improved and was doing a lot better. His name was Gene and he told us that he was 70 years old. The guy seemed to be full of energy and a hard worker.

I'm tired of , well, all of these auction ads being treated as blogs.

I click over here to read a few blogs and only seem to find the venue jam packed with auction postings. I don't read them and I don't intend to search for something by using them as a starting place. In fact, I have come to detest the method of promoting the auction business so much that I have now associated the particular companies with abuse of priviledge here on the forum.

A blog should be reserved for non-commercial purposes instead of acting like it is a public announcement. I'm not that stupid and neither is anybody else.

What a difference a rain drop can make!

To say it has been dry in Crosby county Texas is an understatement. It has been bone dry since the last of August 2010. As of this past Thursday, June 9, 2011, the only measureable precip was a slight dusting of snow one winter morning and less than 0.02 inches a few weeks ago. That is less than two one hundredths of an inch, if you are wondering!

Well, I was delivering some hay up to the northern panhandle when I got the wonderful phone call that we had RAIN!! Never mind it came with 70 mph winds and damage to the trees and buildings, it was RAIN!!