45 miles south spingfield il. | I worked some gumbo a little heavy but was sure I could break those clods in next pass. Well after running everything I owned over the field I planted it to beans. The only moisture was about three inches down so thats where I put them. Uncle drove down the field road, stopped looked at field never said a word just left- that really hurt.
About three weeks later after they came up I had a good stand, The same uncle drove by looked at me and said , Well I guess I seen it all. The clods were there come fall. My crop scout said, a man could turn an ankle in that field.
I got very lucky and I learned to respect that black gumbo |
funny stories of crop screw ups? I need to laugh about something!
