State of the Farm

Coach Theeck’s rain gives us a degree of very cautious optimism that maybe, just maybe, the long range forecasters are wrong when they say we have another year just like this one coming our way. But we are hedging our bet as I told you last month with our generous hay farmer from the River Road just below Baton Rouge, La. Pete sold us hay well below market and we were appreciative but also hoping against hope that it was decent hay because we did not have time to inspect it in person. And when the transporter arrived at midnight one night, it was too dark and we were too tired to do anything but get the front end loader out there and pull the first 38,000 pounds off the trailer and into our hay trap. It was only in the light of the next day that we realized that this wasn’t just good hay, it was as good as we had ever seen. Thank goodness for Pete and his River Road hay.  The great hay story ends there but begins with HoniAnn and a wedding trip to my home state of Louisiana.

As we crossed the Sabine River on I-10, we began seeing a color we had not seen for a while - green, as in green grass! It was a sight for sore eyes for sure, especially when we realized that we might be able to find some hay in our neighboring state - we had been buying hay from parts of Oklahoma and mostly Kansas at that point in time, and had begun inquiries in North Dakota if you can believe that. The transportation costs were killing us financially, promising only to get worse. HoniAnn got to work immediately as we continued our trip through Lake Charles, Lafayette and then Baton Rouge, talking to friends and relatives along the way. Ultimately, our friends outside of Alexandria, Marilyn and Richard Killingsworth, retired from the oil field business in Houston to Marilyn’s family farm in Fish Creek (don’t you love that name) put us in touch through her brother with Pete the hay farmer. But the quest didn’t end there. In fact, transportation of the hay was a more difficult task than finding the hay itself. The haulers are sitting on top of the world these days because there is so much cross-border hauling demand. In the meantime, Pete was warning us that we had to get the hay out of his lowland pasture quick before more rain made it impossible to get a heavy truck in there. Pete had about hit his breaking point and was going to sell our hay locally when HoniAnn scored through a transportation broker in North Carolina. It meant staying up late and offloading in the dark, but we had no complaints. We had our hay.  The moral of this story? If you have an impossible task, give it to HoniAnn. Impossible is her business. I do  love her so....

JVF