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My first harvestMy first harvest

Bow Creek Chronicles: My first harvest season came with challenges, obstacles and, in the end, thankfulness.

Curt Arens

September 26, 2023

4 Min Read
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BRING IT IN: There is nothing like harvest for stress, but there is also thankfulness when the fruits of labor for the year are brought into the bin. AlexanderNovikov/Getty Images

This time of year brings back many memories of harvest along West Bow Creek. I recently was sharing one of those memories with a colleague, about my first harvest season.

My dad had been diagnosed with severe bronchial asthma, so although he continued to help out on the farm and sneak out of the house behind my mother’s back to pitch in, he wasn’t supposed to be out in the field at all.

Over the years, combining was Dad’s thing. He was either in the combine or hauling while our hired man ran the combine. That’s the way it was while I was in high school and college. I helped haul, but Dad managed things.

Poor health

This changed when his health turned for the worse, and doctors told him that he would have to stay away from grain dust entirely if he didn’t want to be in the hospital every few weeks treating his asthma.

I thought I had a few more years of training ahead of me, but that diagnosis changed everything for Dad and for me. He took a job off the farm, so he would help on the weekends and that was about it.

I suddenly was in charge of getting the crop planted, caring for it and harvesting — mostly on my own — with assistance from neighbors and good friends. It was a bit daunting for me, but I had done all of those tasks before, just not managed them. I did what Dad thought was right and didn’t really make those decisions myself.

The first year I planted my own crop and borrowed my own operating money, we planted with an aged Farmall 706 pulling a four-row IHC 400 Cyclo planter. I’ll admit that my rows were quite crooked that first year, so I got more seed in them. But harvesting that first crop of my own, with our IHC 915 with a four-row corn header, was what I recall most.

Tough harvest

It was a wet, windy, miserable harvest season. There was one day when I began combining corn under sunshine and 75 degrees F, followed by the next day with 40-mph sustained winds, sleet and snow flurries. You just never knew what to expect.

That year, I had flat tires on the truck and tractor; a day when I forgot to shut the door on the gravity wagon and poured a pile of corn on the ground; oil leaks; hydraulic hoses that broke; and weather delays … always weather delays.

Dad was having a difficult time adjusting to a new career as a people greeter at Walmart in nearby Yankton. He loved the people he was working with. But at the time, I didn’t think about how challenging it was for him to be away from the farm, wanting in the worst way to help me out, and the adjustment for him to be away from harvest.

I’m sure it was extremely stressful for him, as it was for me without his help and guidance.

Close call

One night, I was combining late into the next morning in a field that had power lines and poles running diagonally across the field. I was quite aware of those poles, but in my tired state, I forgot about them.

I was going along and looked up only to see one pole passing within a whisker of my corn header. It was too late to swerve or even slow down. I inched passed the pole, and after I had passed, I stopped the combine and jumped out onto the ground, thanking God I hadn’t hit it.

In that same field the next day, with gale force winds blowing and a spattering of rain in the air, I made my last pass of the season across the field and dumped my last load of corn that I had planted myself into the old truck.

I stopped, climbed down the ladder and knelt on the ground, thanking the good Lord for his guidance and assistance in bringing in the crop. It was a feeling of complete relief and pure joy. That was my first harvest, and it is one that I will never forget.

As you and your families work through harvest season this year, please be safe out there — and take time to be thankful for the crop, for your families and for our farming life.

About the Author(s)

Curt Arens

Editor, Nebraska Farmer

Curt Arens began writing about Nebraska’s farm families when he was in high school. Before joining Farm Progress as a field editor in April 2010, he had worked as a freelance farm writer for 27 years, first for newspapers and then for farm magazines, including Nebraska Farmer.

His real full-time career, however, during that same period was farming his family’s fourth generation land in northeast Nebraska. He also operated his Christmas tree farm and grew black oil sunflowers for wild birdseed. Curt continues to raise corn, soybeans and alfalfa and runs a cow-calf herd.

Curt and his wife Donna have four children, Lauren, Taylor, Zachary and Benjamin. They are active in their church and St. Rose School in Crofton, where Donna teaches and their children attend classes.

Previously, the 1986 University of Nebraska animal science graduate wrote a weekly rural life column, developed a farm radio program and wrote books about farm direct marketing and farmers markets. He received media honors from the Nebraska Forest Service, Center for Rural Affairs and Northeast Nebraska Experimental Farm Association.

He wrote about the spiritual side of farming in his 2008 book, “Down to Earth: Celebrating a Blessed Life on the Land,” garnering a Catholic Press Association award.

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