Farming: Hard work, no pay. DU has sad.

[thundley4]

10 Acres

It costs ADM or ConAgra about a buck a day to keep that producing about 100 times what a doper farmer can.

There is no romance in doing a job 1/100th as well as someone else that produces nothing more than good feelings.

I don't think ADM "owns' any farms, but they do heavily rely on the local farmers here.

[RobJohnson]

Most Dummies only farm for personal use.

[diesel driver]

My granddad had a 500 acre farm when I was growing up. It was what he did after he retired. All us grand kids used to spend our summer "vacation" there.  Hardest work I ever did in my life.  August was a real bitch.  Round these part the humidity is like 80 percent in August and you got crops coming in, hay to put up, canning, etc. 

It did have some good points. Ate really well.  Homemade ice cream.  Fresh strawberries. Fresh melon.  Fresh eggs. Fresh veggies. Bread baked in a wood stove.

All in all I say it was worth it. 

Dummies think those old farmers and their wives don't know their shit... well they need to spend a summer on a farm.

I was raised on a 533 acre dairy farm.  Learned to drive tractors by age 6 (International 460 and Farmall H).  My Dad grew up during the Great Depression, along with his sister and 7 brothers.  He knew carpentry, plumbing, mechanics, masonry, and what he didn't know, he learned it (this was pre-internet, that meant attending some type of class.)  We canned, we put a cow and a pig or two in the freezers every year for sausage, pork chops, steaks, roasts, and lots of hamburger.  We canned from our garden, corn, green beans, sauerkraut, jellies and fruit spreads.  We survived Jimmy Carter (barely) and thrived under Reagan. 

Dad had an aunt who would cook on a wood stove, she was ALWAYS baking something, and her house ALWAYS smelled WONDERFUL!!!     My senior year in HS, I spent the entire month of January (1977) at home because schools were closed, due to very cold weather, snow, a lengthy coal miner's strike, and a natural gas shortage.  I swore I would NEVER complain about hot weather ever again, and God must have heard me, because that August, we set 20 record high temps!  I never complained, and I haven't yet! 

Dad passed all this down to me and my brothers, and we passed it down to my kids.  Although none of us farm anymore, and our farm is now part of a 1,200 acre industrial park, what we learned can't be taught in a classroom, or read from a book.  That was a work ethic, and self-reliance.  We are a bureaucrat's worst nightmare, because to us, they are as useful as "teats on a boar hog".  (IF you need an explanation of that phrase, PM me and I'll tell you.   ) 

[SVPete]

10 Acres

It costs ADM or ConAgra about a buck a day to keep that producing about 100 times what a doper farmer can.

There is no romance in doing a job 1/100th as well as someone else that produces nothing more than good feelings.

One of the myths of the organic food movement is that pesticides, fungicides, and "chemical fertilizers" are not much more effective that "natural" equivalents. Ri-ight! As if a farmer is stupid enough to pay hard-earned $$ for things that do nothing!

Many Libs & Progs don't/won't believe it, but farmers are smart:

* They produce what they believe people want;

* They produce efficiently (waste = money lost!);

* They want to be in business for decades, and if possible, for generations - they aren't knowingly or stupidly "poisoning" the customers they need to buy their products for decades and generations to come!

  Libs & Progs of the organic foods movement and similar ideas live in a conspiracy-theory world in which ADM or ConAgra or Monsanto are working to kill off their customers - and family members - for short-term profits. I wish I couold say no conservatives have fallen for that ludicrosity, but ...

[dixierose]

I was raised on about three acres. My daddy grew a garden every year....not to make any money. It was so that we could eat. If we didn't grow it, catch it (fishing), or kill it (hunting)...we didn't eat. I had to learn how to drive the tractor by the time I was 10. We also had to shuck all of the corn, peas, butter beans, etc. It wasn't easy...and that was just a garden in the back yard. I cannot imagine the work required for a full blown farm.

[jb2u11]

Farming is and never has been a very profitable venture hence farms keep getting bigger and small farms sell to large farms.  The DUmmies are way behind the curve on farm economics.

[Rebel]

Someone should remind the DUmbasses that one of the MAIN reasons family farms have disappeared is due to their staunch support of high ass estate taxes.

[thundley4]

Someone should remind the DUmbasses that one of the MAIN reasons family farms have disappeared is due to their staunch support of high ass estate taxes.

Don't forget all of the EPA and other government regulations and rules that must be followed.

[Ralph Wiggum]

Farming is and never has been a very profitable venture hence farms keep getting bigger and small farms sell to large farms.  The DUmmies are way behind the curve on farm economics.

DUmmies missed the tiny meandering turn at the beginning of the trip and skipped over economics completely.

[I_B_Perky]

I was raised on a 533 acre dairy farm.  Learned to drive tractors by age 6 (International 460 and Farmall H).  My Dad grew up during the Great Depression, along with his sister and 7 brothers.  He knew carpentry, plumbing, mechanics, masonry, and what he didn't know, he learned it (this was pre-internet, that meant attending some type of class.)  We canned, we put a cow and a pig or two in the freezers every year for sausage, pork chops, steaks, roasts, and lots of hamburger.  We canned from our garden, corn, green beans, sauerkraut, jellies and fruit spreads.  We survived Jimmy Carter (barely) and thrived under Reagan. 

Dad had an aunt who would cook on a wood stove, she was ALWAYS baking something, and her house ALWAYS smelled WONDERFUL!!!     My senior year in HS, I spent the entire month of January (1977) at home because schools were closed, due to very cold weather, snow, a lengthy coal miner's strike, and a natural gas shortage.  I swore I would NEVER complain about hot weather ever again, and God must have heard me, because that August, we set 20 record high temps!  I never complained, and I haven't yet! 

Dad passed all this down to me and my brothers, and we passed it down to my kids.  Although none of us farm anymore, and our farm is now part of a 1,200 acre industrial park, what we learned can't be taught in a classroom, or read from a book.  That was a work ethic, and self-reliance.  We are a bureaucrat's worst nightmare, because to us, they are as useful as "teats on a boar hog".  (IF you need an explanation of that phrase, PM me and I'll tell you.   )

77 was a hard damned year for all, DD.  Worst year ever for the Perky family.  Same here about the entire month of Jan. Got stuck up on the hill round Liberty way. Granddad had this pot belly stove, which I still have, was what he heated his house with, along with the cook stove. After a day outside he would throw some newspapers, a slice of tire, some odds and ends wood pieces, little bit of used oil and some coal in that thing and pretty soon you was looking for a cool corner!   

And we call them the good old days!

In many ways they were.

[zeitgeist]

My granddad had a 500 acre farm when I was growing up. It was what he did after he retired. All us grand kids used to spend our summer "vacation" there.  Hardest work I ever did in my life.  August was a real bitch.  Round these part the humidity is like 80 percent in August and you got crops coming in, hay to put up, canning, etc. 

It did have some good points. Ate really well.  Homemade ice cream.  Fresh strawberries. Fresh melon.  Fresh eggs. Fresh veggies. Bread baked in a wood stove.

All in all I say it was worth it. 

Dummies think those old farmers and their wives don't know their shit... well they need to spend a summer on a farm.

I cut my teeth in a crib on the second floor of my grandfather's dirt poor rock farm.  One hundred acres more or less. We never starved but no one got rich.  The fields grew great stone walls.  A gun rack was beside the back door which opened to the woodshed connected to the barn.  A twelve gauge double barrel was broken with both barrels loaded, there was also a twenty two pistol with rat shoot. You don't have time to look for shells when something is in the hen house or garden.  Unloaded guns?  Never gonna happen. 

We heated with wood (which heats three times: cutting, burning, and lugging out the ashes) water could freeze in the kitchen over night if not left to drip.  Barn cats did not come in the house! Spring lambs sometimes got a pass but you learned not to name them as they could become table ready just like the chickens.   

There was a small table garden and large corn, potato and shell bean fields. We kept laying hens, broiler chickens, pigs,sheep,and usually at least one milking cow, This was in addition to a of team working horses. (Everything was done with horses.)  They all ate first.    Shoveling shit was not an option. 

When dad found work in the city I use to go back for summer vacations of haying, hoeing and harvesting.  After a long day there is probably was nothing better than getting a dip in the lake to cool off.  I hate raw milk to this day.  Dummies have no idea.  Manure stinks but you get use to it, but,  a hen house in summer? It is a stink you never get use to.  Did I mention I am not a fan of chickens either?  They are miserable cannibals. 

Of course when you have lots eggs real cream puffs are always an option. 
 

[I_B_Perky]

I cut my teeth in a crib on the second floor of my grandfather's dirt poor rock farm.  One hundred acres more or less. We never starved but no one got rich.  The fields grew great stone walls.  A gun rack was beside the back door which opened to the woodshed connected to the barn.  A twelve gauge double barrel was broken with both barrels loaded, there was also a twenty two pistol with rat shoot. You don't have time to look for shells when something is in the hen house or garden.  Unloaded guns?  Never gonna happen. 

We heated with wood (which heats three times: cutting, burning, and lugging out the ashes) water could freeze in the kitchen over night if not left to drip.  Barn cats did not come in the house! Spring lambs sometimes got a pass but you learned not to name them as they could become table ready just like the chickens.   

There was a small table garden and large corn, potato and shell bean fields. We kept laying hens, broiler chickens, pigs,sheep,and usually at least one milking cow, This was in addition to a of team working horses. (Everything was done with horses.)  They all ate first.    Shoveling shit was not an option. 

When dad found work in the city I use to go back for summer vacations of haying, hoeing and harvesting.  After a long day there is probably was nothing better than getting a dip in the lake to cool off.  I hate raw milk to this day.  Dummies have no idea.  Manure stinks but you get use to it, but,  a hen house in summer? It is a stink you never get use to.  Did I mention I am not a fan of chickens either?  They are miserable cannibals. 

Of course when you have lots eggs real cream puffs are always an option. 
 

Oh hades fire on the hen house!!!  That is one damned smell I will never get out of my nose.  Chickens are one of the filthiest animals on the Earth.  Rank right up there with rats.   

[Boudicca]

What does the OP have to do with DUmp women???

 

Thank you for a much needed 

[diesel driver]

77 was a hard damned year for all, DD.  Worst year ever for the Perky family.  Same here about the entire month of Jan. Got stuck up on the hill round Liberty way. Granddad had this pot belly stove, which I still have, was what he heated his house with, along with the cook stove. After a day outside he would throw some newspapers, a slice of tire, some odds and ends wood pieces, little bit of used oil and some coal in that thing and pretty soon you was looking for a cool corner!   

And we call them the good old days!

In many ways they were.

Outside of Carter as president, they were very good days indeed!!!   

[diesel driver]

Oh hades fire on the hen house!!!  That is one damned smell I will never get out of my nose.  Chickens are one of the filthiest animals on the Earth.  Rank right up there with rats.   

Agreed, and I'll raise you a hog lot on a hot day.  Cow manure and rotten feed had NOTHING on pig and chicken shit!   

[obumazombie]

A cogent response.  Imagine that?

A 15k reply mole ?