Sometimes a photo says it all. My son is finally old enough to ride along with dad, and most Saturday mornings he can be found somewhere on our farm “helping” dad and learning about farm life. Today, it was a trip to the donut store then off to the field to pick high-moisture corn, which we are selling to an area feedlot. By lunch my son was hot, dirty and exhausted but even more in love with farming and dad’s buddy seat.
