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Arbon Hay Days – Tomorrow!

3rd Annual

Arbon Hay Days

Everyone is invited!

Event Details
Date: Saturday, July 20th (tomorrow!)
Location: Hayden’s Pond (map)
Starts: 5:30 PM
Dinner: 6:00 PM (Burgers & Hotdogs provided)
Bring: Camp chairs to sit on, salad and/or dessert to share
Entertainment: Square dancing, face painting (kids), adult games, and more!
Questions: Call Jacob Andersen @ 208-932-4040

Follow the signs to find the destination!

Idaho dryland farmers say heat has zapped wheat yields


Capital Press

ARBON VALLEY, Idaho — Ryan Weston believes record heat and extreme dryness have already taken 90 percent off of his potential spring and winter wheat yields.

Weston, who farms on dryland in southeast Idaho’s Arbon Valley, said healthy wheat remains in low pockets, but grain on the hills has all withered to the point that “there’s nothing that’s even worth running a combine through.”

Dryland growers throughout eastern Idaho believe the heat wave’s arrival has ensured they’ll have a second consecutive poor year for grain.

Several heat records were broken throughout Idaho in late June, and the records have continued to fall into July.

Arbon Valley, Idaho, dry-land farmer Todd Fitch walks through a spring wheat field that sustained heavy heat damage from record-high temperatures before many of the plants could set heads.

On July 1, the National Weather Service reported Boise hit 110 degrees, breaking the previous record of 104 degrees set in 1924, Pocatello reached 101, breaking a record high set in 1990 of 98 degrees, Burley reached 101, 2 degrees above its 1990 record, Idaho Falls peaked at 97, 2 degrees above its 1990 record, and Stanley reached 94 degrees, well above its 2001 record high of 86 degrees. Temperatures were predicted to fall 5-8 degrees beginning July 4, before rebounding slightly on July 8-9.

“Last week, the heat started nailing it,” Weston said on July 2. “I have crop insurance, of course, but it’s not going to pay what I could get out of it.”

After a dry summer last season, Weston shifted some of his wheat to safflower, a crop with a deep taproot that can survive with less moisture.

“Safflower is looking good. It might be what saves me,” Weston said.

Arbon Valley dryland farmer Ken Campbell planted 1,500 acres of safflower this season and only 100 acres of spring wheat. He had to reseed 300 acres of safflower due to wire worm infestation, but he still holds much more hope for his safflower than his grain.

“We made way more on safflower last year. Spring wheat was almost a total loss,” Campbell said. “I would say things look almost tougher now than they did a year ago. Even our winter wheat looks pretty tough this year.”

His barley still appears healthy, but he’d be pleased to get half of his normal winter wheat yield.

In Soda Springs, dryland grower Sid Cellan experimented with minimum tillage on 300 acres. Based on the results, he’ll likely reduce tillage on more acres next season to conserve soil moisture.

“It does look fairly good,” Cellan said of his minimum-tillage grain.

However he said his six-row barley and 600 acres of spring wheat are “stressing really badly.” In his growing area, the extreme heat was preceded by frost damage on June 20, when temperatures dipped to 23 degrees.

“We’re suffering right now. The frost and the heat have taken its toll on us, and we’re starting to go downhill pretty fast,” Cellan said. “Some fields out north, I don’t think they’ll even put a combine in the frost and heat has hurt them so bad.”

Soda Springs dryland grower Cleston Godfrey will likely increase his summer fallow acreage next season. He’s planted much of his acreage with no tillage this season to retain soil moisture but hasn’t noticed any definitive results yet.

“I think we’re losing bushels every day,” Godfrey said. “If we don’t get a rain storm, it’s going to be a pretty dismal harvest.”

This article was reprinted with permission from Capital Press.  The original article can be found here: http://www.capitalpress.com/content/JO-HotWheat-070313

My Two Bits – Dan Nuckols

I remember when I was not yet a teen lying in bed wondering when I would be considered an adult.  Hummmmmm probably around 26.  I hit 26 and wondered when I could be considered an adult and thought 41 would be about right.  Then I woke up one morning and I was 41, yesterday I was 26.. What happened… but then again when will I be considered an adult in the real world… 53 yeah 53… that works and I’m sure I will be considered an adult and people will respect my input as such.  53 came and went so I got to thinking it over again… 60?  Well now that I am facing 62 I don’t have any more age goals besides waking up in the morning.  I can hope people respect my opinion and input, but if they don’t then it is their loss.  I have represented myself to the best of my ability.  Physical limitations have now crept into my presentation on a daily basis… Knees are aching , eyes are not as sharp and I have to continually ask: What did you say?

I went out to the valley where I grew up this past weekend with my scouts for an over nighter in Knox at the fork.  When we crested the mountain from Mink Creek there was a shiver of anticipation and then the mountain burst upon the scene and I pointed out where I had grown up.  Around the corner and there was the school I attended.  Yeah, it has changed, but the same bell calls the kids in to class.  See the A on the hill over there, as I remember it, we put it up in the mid 60’s.  Here is the place where Jeff England lived, it is kinda broken down.  They looked at me and at the house again… then said you must be really old.  This is the place where a gentleman named CT Hansen lived.  This is where I buried our car in a snow drift.  Good thing dad had broken a path through so we could get to the snow machine that took up home that night.  Then the house… Yeah, it burned down in 81, but the other buildings, at least most of them are still there.  Some broken down… some gone I saw myself sliding down the side of the garage covered in snow on a scoop shovel and howling with joy each inch of the way.  I surveyed the  fields that I worked during the summers and saw my dad checking the moisture, then checking the seed with a hope and a prayer to the Lord for rain, soft, cool, nourishing rain.  Into the canyon that I love the best and found my initials on an aspen tree.  The letters I could recognize, but I was the only one.  They had all grown old like me.  Yup the aches and pains are there, the grey is there, but the memories of a full and rich life with loving parents, a loving wife and two tremendous sons.  Life is good, feed it with memories that with good fortune can be passed to our children with a song  strong enough for them to remember and pass on to their children.  When the chaff is blown from the harvested wheat of our lives, all we have and can pass on are the memories of what we have accomplished as parents and as a person of worth, honesty and integrity.  There is no cheating life.  Yes, live it to its fullest and enjoy the feast laid before you.  The time will come when the table will be cleared.

As the song  “ It was a very good year”  goes:

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We’d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We’d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days grow short
I’m in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
from fine old kegs
from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear

It was a very good year…

And now snowflakes fall…..My most treasured assets are my friends, family….and memories..

OBITUARY for George Willard Bradley

George Willard Bradley passed away Friday morning, July 12, 2013 at his lifelong home in Arbon. He had been ill for several months. He was 86 years old.

He was born June 25, 1927 in Pocatello, Idaho to George W. Bradley and Ella Miller Bradley. He was preceded in death by his parents and his only sister, Ruth Bradley Breseke of San Jose, CA.

He is survived by his wife, Rene’ Gibbons Bradley, 3 sons, Kevin, Bruce, and Willard, 1 step son, J.C. Smith, 3 step daughters, Debbie, Dawn Ann, and Kay, 10 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren.

Services will be held at the Arbon Branch LDS Church, Wed. July 17, 2013 at 12:00, Pastor Steve Millermon of the Marsh Valley Bible Church officiating. You may visit with the family from 10:30 til 11:30 on Wednesday at the church. If you are planning to attend the funeral you are invited to stay for the meal, please bring a salad or dessert.

Phone calls and visits to all family members are welcome.

School Board Mtg

School Board Meeting

July 9, 2013