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Agriculture, skepticism, politics
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Agriculture, skepticism, politics

Harvest poker break

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I won something like $80 last night playing poker on an evening I was expecting to be working. I guess I’ve been on a lucky streak the last few days.

Mason and I played at Bobby T’s on Thursday to a fair crowd. Getting to play with Mason was certainly worth halving the pay. We had a bunch of compliments to the sound. I never believed that drums and an acoustic guitar would work at T’s. Sometimes it’s good to be wrong.

Friday found me westbound for Hays and one of the more interesting Rail shows I’ve had in a while. After resigning to the fact that lack of advertising on my part led to the empty bar to which I started playing, the place lit up. There were several groups of people who came in, not to mention the several girls from different groups trying to get me naked on stage, even though I explained that wanting was often times much more enjoyable than having. I signed more autographs in various places on various things Friday night than I have all year. After hours lasted until like 5:00am. Thanks to Hillary for the floor, Trey for coming out, J-Will for coming back to town for the show, the Rail for booking me through September even with their staff changes, and to Blaine and Mike for giving me such a damn hard time all weekend. Paybacks are hell, gentlemen.

Saturday was the third show in as many days. I’m starting to rescind all those thoughts I had about Trevor being a Nancy when he was complaining to me about blowing out his voice. I got through the show, but I’m glad it was my last one for a while. I actually was really, really happy with the show. It was the first time I played all of my originals. It was the first time I sat down for a solo Buster’s show. I played most of the songs, for lack of a better descriptor, more acoustically than I normally do — slower, with more feeling, taking more liberties with the melodies. The only hard part was being sore and tired from the three hours sleep on the aforementioned floor, and the fact that from 10:00pm to midnight my throat felt like I swallowed a bunch of broken glass. I got through it and was darned happy with the final she-bang before my vacation.

Vacation my ass. I’m sitting here at 8:40am getting ready to go clean out our drills, service both combines and the wheat truck, change the front walker shaft on my combine, convert both machines from milo to wheat, and fix all the problems I will discover when doing all of this. But you know what? I really don’t care. For the first time in over a year, I have a date on Wednesday.


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Aaron Traffas farms near Sharon, Kansas. When he's not farming, he works for Purple Wave. A 2017 nominee for Songwriter of the Year at the Rocky Mountain CMAs, Aaron is an active singer and songwriter and the Aaron Traffas Band's latest release, 2023's Real Small Town, can be found at iTunes, Amazon and Spotify. Aaron served as president of the Kansas Auctioneers Association in 2017 and on the National Auctioneers Association Education Institute Board of Trustees from 2009 through 2013. An active contract bid caller, he has advanced to the finals in multiple state auctioneer contests.

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