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| I guess we were late to catch on to the combine. I'm 26 now, but grew up filling a wire crib with ear corn from a N.I. 2 row picker. We used the picker from 2000-2011? Stood by the crib every week grinding steer feed, while loose cobs fell on your head, then got to shovel it out in the summer. Alot of memories as a kid are centered around that picker and crib. Some day, I'll be telling my kids these stories, and they will just look at me like I'm crazy. | |
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