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Hand Picked

cornpicking2018

October 27, 2018

I grabbed some random ears from the corn crib to show how well the corn crop is this year. Today, I am sidelined by a steady, all day, rain. The picking will resume once the rain stops. I managed to pick around a wet spot and the last end rows. I pick these areas first to make turning at the ends of the field easier and to keep from running corn over.

The wildlife like deer and raccoons are hitting my field pretty hard. I don’t mind them eating some, but I hate it when they waste it. They knock ears to the ground, take two bites, then move on to the next ear! The corn on the wet ground spoils very quickly. I need to stay on task to get my crop harvested, before those rascals ruin more of it.

My husking peg, shown on my hand in the picture, makes picking by hand easier. I poke the pointed end down into the husk at the top of the ear. My thumb holds a portion of the husk as I rip it down, while snapping the ear off the stalk. I am not as quick as some men that I have seen, but I am effective. Corn stored with minimal husks will keep better in the corn crib. It stays drier and lacks the nesting materials that vermin like so well.

So, I will poke along husking corn by hand. My horses walk and stand as I go around the field. They make the job much easier than getting on and off the tractor each time to move the wagon ahead. In the way of farmers from days gone by, I harvest my crop. I am so happy to have been shown how to do this job by my great grandpa and others. If I was to rely on tractor and machine this year, I would make incredible ruts in the sea of mud that has become my corn field. Husking around the field with team and wagon, I am barely making tracks. Those tracks will be easily removed during seedbed preparation next spring. So, thank you great grandpa Case and grandpa Rice, for passing your knowledge on to me. Once again, I am in your debt.



Just “Picking and Grinning”

rhcorn

November 1, 2016

What a beautiful day today was. The temperature was in the mid seventies. A small breeze blew and the sun shined overhead all day. The corn husked easily and the horses worked perfectly. After a late start getting things ready, I still managed to get two loads picked and put into the crib. Many thanks to friends and some family. We could pick four rows at a time. So every round got us out of the tracks from the last load.

The ground is very soft from recent rains. My corn is spotty due to a goof at planting time. The weeds too are a bit out of hand from our summer drought, but ears I am getting are large and easy to pick. The horses are sinking in a little, but the wagon, not too much. Because we get to move over with each round, the field should be in great shape once the job is done.

I am picking this corn by hand. I like to do it that way anyway, but this year with the soft ground, I am especially happy to be doing it. I am avoiding calling the field muddy, because so far it isn’t, not for horses anyway. If I was using a tractor, I would be buried up to the axles with no hope in sight. Thanks to my horses, I am picking and grinning!