This is a beautiful time of year. Leaves around home are starting to turn, and while we have had 80-degree weather here this weekend, last week brought on cold nights and cool mornings. We were close to getting our first frost one night, and while it’s maybe a little early for frost, it’ll be happening soon.

Growing up in Georgia I didn’t witness a lot of extremely cold weather, and I didn’t get to see much snow. Except in 1993, when we had a blizzard so bad everything shut down for about three days. Around here, that’s just

Nebraska—This season I've had a theme and pleasure of introducing other crews and industry professionals to the readership. I hope you've enjoyed learning about them. This will be my final crew highlight for the summer run with the exception of my final post of the season which will have a different twist as well.

Meet Briggs Harvesting.

On the day we met, he emerged from his truck with a bounce in his step and twinkle in his eye. I got the sense that I may need to be on my toes with this one and I was right

Labor Day weekend brought the end of our summer wheat harvest, but not the end of harvest for us. We had a really slow start down in Texas, with the first two weeks consisting of rain delays. It really put our schedule off, and it felt like we were playing catch up all the way until we hit Montana. Montana went fast, and North Dakota surprised us by affording us some extra acres. All in all, besides a few breakdowns and one scary and unfortunate field fire, we made it to the finish, only to roll right in to fall

North Dakota the state where Mother Nature is very unpredictable. As many of you know North Dakota has been hurt by severe drought this past year. This past winter only brought maybe a foot of snow for us here in Bowdon—if not less then that—and no measurable rain from August 2020 until August 2021. The third week of August we finally started getting some moisture. Although it was too late for the summer crops, it has helped the soybeans to an extent and helped the corn finish filling the cob and hopefully adding test weight. We are so grateful for

With another harvest season behind us, it’s difficult to not look back and feel we spent our summer in the Land of Oz. Our adventure started in Oklahoma, a state with dirt as red as ruby slippers. We followed the yellow brick harvest road to Kansas where we were swept up in a tornado of activity. It carried us to South Dakota, the drought there as relentless as the Wicked Witch of the West. Then, as if carried home by flying monkeys, the shortest harvest we’ve ever experienced in 39 years is over.

The stories and photos we share are

Northern Montana: Recently when Ryan was visiting with the farmer, he received a warning, "When you're at the bins, keep an eye out for the bears. Sometimes they come up and feed on the grain, but they usually run off."

So far this season, we haven't seen any bears, but the crew has in past years, though never at the bins. There have been deer, antelope, coyote, upland birds, and the kids and I think we spotted swift foxes running across the road on our way two and from the field the other night. We were excited to