That's it. The towel is in. I quit growing corn.Submitted by bigmikedude on Sun, 06/29/2014 - 17:43
Three out of four years now. Six foot high beautiful corn, so dark green it's almost black, just ready to start tasseling, and Voila!
Boom Boom! Rivers through the yard! Whoosh! And in one brief 30 second down burst of wind, an entire season of work is waste.
I've about had it with these thunderstorms and deluges of three inches in an hour here.
I quit. I'm never growing corn again. Unless I run snow fence along every row and staple it to the damn fence as it grows.
*yells* And who's the idiot that thought corn should grow seven or eight feet tall when they hybridized it!
Have a big LOL! at life and luck, and a nice evening.
Now I'll have to run off all those nut job crop circle people that drive by and stop to get all spiritual and hippied out for the next month.
And all the college paleontology majors that think they discovered a Pterodactyl Nest.
And those pain in the ass lunatic Bigfoot Hunters that say to the driver "DUDE!" "Stop!" "There's a bed-down." And start making silly monkey yells and noises and clacking sticks together in the front yard at 2 in the morning.