I hear ya cotman. I have pretty much learned to roll with the punches when it comes to farming but there are just some days when it works it's way under your hide and stings a bit. Like sitting in my tractor looking across 80 acres of freshly raked hay while the rain pounds down and the the idiot voodoo weather guesser sits in his concrete office somewhere and blathers on like an fool about what a nice sunny day it is outside. My lovely wife pulled up beside me with the other tractor, parked and walked over to my tractor, opened the door and took my cell phone then walked back to her own tractor, folded up the rakes and drove home. She KNEW I was gonna phone the radio station...lol. I thanked her later. :)
Regards,
Dave.