The Hancock-Henderson Quill, Inc.
Greetings ta ever one in western Illinois and all readers of "The Quill."
Last weekend will, in all probability, be the last big wing ding before serious harvest begins.
Up north was the Prime Beef Festival and Stearman Show. Fort Madison, Iowa had it's War of 1812 re-enactment.
Of course we all are look'n forward to Stronghurst's Fall Festival next Saturday, the 17th, along with their city wide garage sale day.
Then on Monday, the 19th, Lomax's "The Pink" will have their Ducks Unlimited banquet. I always look forward to all of these local events in support of our rural communities.
Congrats to Bob and Joyce Louden
Congratulations to Bob and Joyce Louden on their 71st wedding anniversary. That is an inspiration ta all.
Me and the boys are a wish'n Mike and Dessa Rodeffer had let us know of their ice cream fest fer Bob and Joyce and we'd have loved to indulge at Culvers with them, ta the honor of Bob and Joyce.
Early yields are a come'n in with a 160 acre field reported at 245.8 bpa, with a test weight of 55.12. It was Dekalb 5438 (102 day) corn planted on last year's soybean ground. The crop had been sprayed with fungicide.
There is a lot of concern about weeds that have become immune to herbicides.
Some of those weeds are mighty "ornery" such as waterhelp, giant ragweed, morning glory, and some new weed from Kansas.
The later is especially of concern as no chemical seems to want to kill it.
Some reports are a come'n in that the seed for the plant has found it's way into Iowa as a companion seed fer USDA's Butterfly program.
This gives some second thoughts to the merits of gett'n paid ta bring'n them weed seeds on ta your farm with little chemical solution fer control.
Maybe in the long run we'll have ta break out them ole cultivators and go back ta weed'n crops by hand.
That would surely have the affect of limit'n the acres any one family could manage, whether it be economical or not.
Government over regulation seems ta be limit'n the possibility fer new chemical control ta be approved for address'n the problem.
Crops in narrow 20 inch rows would be hard to cultivate.
Maybe old technology will be motivately updated to address the problem non-chemical wise such as burn'n or electrocut'n the pesky weeds.
In all probability a person will not be fight'n the weeds from the seat of a tractor but might be manipulate'n the procedure with the i-Pad of their smart phone or a joystick in their air conditioned office.
There is this enterest'n event about a man who took the day off from work to go play a round of golf.
He is on the second hole when he notices a frog sitt'n next to the green.
He thinks nothing of it and is about to shoot when he hears, "Ribbit, 9 iron!"
The man looks around and doesn't see anyone. Again, he hears, "Ribbit, 9 iron"
He looks at a frog from where the advice is come'n and decides to prove the critter wrong, puts the club away, and grabs a 9 iron.
Boom! He hits it 10 inches from the cup. He is shocked. He sez ta the frog, "Wow that's amaze'n. Ya must be a lucky frog, eh?"
The frog replies, "Ribbit, Lucky Frog."
The man decides ta take the frog with him ta the next hole. "What do ya think frog?"
"Ribbit, 3 wood."
The guy takes out a 3 wood and boom! Hole in one. The man is befuddled and doesn't know what to say.
By the end of the day, the man golfed the best round of golf in his entire life and asked the frog, "OK where to next?"
The frog replies, "Ribbet....Las Vegas."
They go ta Las Vegas and the guy sez, "OK frog, now what?"
The frog sez, "Ribbet, Roulette." Upon approach'n the roulette table, the man asked, "What do ya think I should bet?"
The frog replies, "Ribbit, $3,000....black 6."
Now, this is a million-to-one shot ta win, but after the golf game the man figures what the heck.
Boom! Tons of cash comes slide'n back across the table. The man takes his winnings and buys the best room in the hotel.
He sits the frog down and sez "Frog, I don't know how ta repay ya. You've won me all this money and I am forever grateful."
The frog replies, "Ribbit, Kiss Me."
The man figures, why not, since after all the frog did fer him, he deserves it.
With a kiss, the frog turns in ta a gorgeous 18-year-old girl.
"And that, you honor, is how the girl ended up in my room, so help me God.... or my name is not William Jefferson Clinton."
Well there ya have it then...a rather reasonable explanation of the unexplainable.
Hope'n ta see ya in church this week.
Remember, Wherever ya are, Whatever ya be a do'n "BE A GOOD ONE!"
Keep on Smile'n
Catch a later