I have a new-found respect for farmers.
I always knew it was a tough job. Early mornings, hot afternoons and long days in general are just some of the things posted in the “job description.” Nobody said anything about failure.
That’s the boat I’m in as a rookie “farmer.”
For the first time, I have attempted to grow a food plot. I knew it would be tough. Everyone told me that the soil in the northeastern part of Pennsylvania isn’t very good. I limed the soil. I fertilized the soil. I sprayed weed killer this summer to prep my little quarter-acre clover plot.
I talked to people who grew food plots before. I read. I read again. I may have even said a prayer or two in the hopes that I wasn’t wasting my time.
I fear I may have. After planting around Aug. 22, I feel victim to a drought. It didn’t rain a drop for nearly three weeks. Once a week I’d walk in the woods to check my food plot only to find dirt.
With each passing week I wrote it off as a complete failure. But then this week it rained and now there’s some sign of life. Not much to get my hopes up, but there they were this morning, little green clover sprouts coming up in places.
I bought some more seed, knowing that I’m on the very tail end of the planting season for clover, but I am desperate at this point. As I picked more rocks and tossed them aside I couldn’t help of think of the farmers who do this for a living, planting crops in Pennsylvania.
My hat’s off to you. And if any of you have any pull with Mother Nature, I’d like it to rain at some point in the next week please. That would be nice and may give me a shot at success with my first food plot.