Graze Master Group

I remember when I tried alcohol the first time. I am not counting the small, clear cup of about an inch of Mogen David during communion at Zion Lutheran Missouri Synod Church.

There are old, young men in farm country who it seems like just yesterday were farm kids. Now they’re getting far too tired and worn out, too young and too fast.

As of late, in my business endeavors trying to bring new ag ideas forward, I hear one phrase from a certain echelon of farmers more than anything else. Look, I get it. Money is needed to live. But within a split second of explaining a new ag practice or concept, it’s tunnel vision dollar signs immediately front and center. With not a second to spare, they’re like, “Well, show me the money.”