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Farm Auction

Posted 10/10/2008 9:31am by Julie Hurst / Roy Brubaker.

Last Saturday a farm that adjoins ours along the southern ridge sold on auction.  The farmer that sold it has had knee trouble the last several years and he and his wife decided it was time they slowed down and moved south to be with their grown children. 

It was a cool, rainy day but Ralph and Maria’s farm lane and fields were packed with pickup trucks and SUV’s.  If it had been in the spring, this would have definitely qualified as a “mud sale”, sales that take place just after the spring thaw.   The girls and I were only there long enough to get them each a bowl of chicken noodle soup for lunch, but Roy had his eye on a cattle-handling chute that might sell at a reasonable price and since he’d only have to haul it two miles around the ridge it seemed worth waiting for.   Farm auctions can be an affordable way to buy equipment and they certainly are a great way to catch up on valley news, they can also be a colossal waste of time, especially if you are only interested in one or two items, like we were.  Knowing there was more pressing work he should be doing, Roy impatiently waited for the auctioneer to turn his attention to the chute.  He got to it soon after lunch while the girls and I were there to witness the bidding.  We had already discussed our high bid when the auctioneer started his sales pitch about how “you don’t see them built this well very often.  I can’t read the name but I think this is a __________ chute, and boys, you just aren’t going to find a better made chute than this.”  With that the bidding began and in no time it was at our high bid and only two bidders, our neighbor three miles down the road and us, were left.  Bidding between neighbors in a small community is closely watched so I was a little surprised when Roy kept bidding well beyond our agreed price.  No doubt several onlookers saw the “what are you thinking?” look I flashed at Roy.  I was still unaware of who the other bidder was, but Roy had caught his nod and wanted to push just a little higher.  Soon the bids slowed and our hesitant bids gave in to our neighbor’s deeper pockets and greater desire. Oh well.  At least now Roy was free to return home and attend to more important matters. 

            That evening Roy walked down the road to get milk and Charlie lost no time in discussing the events at the sale. “I told _______, ‘I hope your happy bidding up Roy like that! He waited all morning in the rain for one item and you go and out bid him.’ That just isn’t neighborly.” Roy just smiled, warmed by Charlie’s sense of neighborliness.