Olivia was excited to find a cob among the rows.
Now, I'm no corn expert, so I can't really give any more info than my own observations. This corn wasn't like the stuff you buy on the cob in the store. It was hard and dry on the cob. The stalks were also very dry and stood 8 feet tall or more. Some were as tall as the combine!
The owner of the field only wanted us to harvest about 150-200 bushels, since that's what he can sell in a week selling it as deer corn. He could sell more as feed for livestock, but he gets at least $1 more per bushel selling it to hunters. When we got there, Donnie and his grandson had already harvested about 100 bushels and were getting ready to make another pass. We all (except for his grandson) piled into the cab of the combine and Donnie started down the row. It was pretty loud, but thankfully, it wasn't too bad. There was also air conditioning, so it didn't get ridiculously hot in there. It was amazing to see the beast in action. It just plowed through the corn like nothing.
Once we'd finished half the field, Donnie pulled up next to the trailer, extended the elevator arm and started offloading the corn. It only took about 5 minutes to offload and fill the trailer. Olivia had just a wonderful time and thought the whole things was really neat and "It wasn't so loud that I had to cover my ears."