I have a friend Jay (below) who lives in central Minnesota, and he has a nickname for people who don’t get dirt under their fingernails for work: citydiots. Jay is a weekend farmer and earns his living as a member of the International Union of Bricklayers. And while Jay will give you the shirt off his back, you’d better not trespass on land he affectionately calls Low Roller Ranch.
Whenever Jay calls me a citydiot I chuckle, and while it’s certainly true I don’t own as much farm equipment as he does, I like to think I’m a bit more educated about a farmer’s life from the decade-plus I’ve spent plowing, planting and maintaining food plots for deer.
Just this morning on my way to the office, I was reminded about the interaction between city and country when I encountered a large tractor on a paved county road. Thankfully, vehicles were taking it slow and being safe as they passed the tractor, but as you see in this video, not everyone gives farmers the same courtesy.
This weekend I’ll be traveling to Wisconsin from my home in Minnesota to bowhunt whitetails with family and friends, and no doubt I’ll meet a few tractors on the road. And I’ll slow down and give them a friendly wave. You should do the same.
Until next time . . .