The only demonstration they had was threshing..
They had a very nice collection of Case tractors.
In typical small town fashion..the hype was just that.. the giant swap meet was three individuals..one that was selling CDs. The bratwurst that I ordered for lunch was inedible. Far Guy tried a bite of it too..it was prepared fine..boiled..it just tasted really bad, disgustingly bad. I was going to take it back to the kitchen, Far Guy asked me not too. So I didn't ..I told him FINE..I will just blog about it then. I told him, that obviously no one in the kitchen had tasted the brats. Quality control was dead and gone..probably due to bad brats. There was some um-pa-pa music at the lunch stand. A few silver hairs without canes or walkers were dancing..one lady must have had a bad foot as she had two different kinds of shoes on..either that or she wore the other same exact pair out. One black shoe, one brown and tan. I should have taken a photo.
This Tractor Club doesn't quite have their act together. Far Guy says their focus is the Tractors and Engines. I say fine and dandy..but without demonstrations and good food ..how do you expect to draw a crowd from year to year. I can only look at tractors for so long.. and I do appreciate tractors..I can only imagine that a true citified gal would be bored to tears. I asked why the demonstrations were not ongoing.. I was told that the Tractor Parade was more important. I didn't get to see the corn shelling machine shell corn.. I think that is what it does.