Combine-d effort breaks Guinness world record

 These are the shenanigans that happen in my neck of the woods.  I wont poke too much fun as it was all for a good cause... but the drive home was interesting, dodging combines all the way to Carman.  
  For folks unfamiliar with the region... well.. its farming...and more farming.
There was a cool picture of all the combines lined up on a field but I cant seem to find it right now (Probably having more to do with being up at 6 am than actually having to find a photo on the ole interwebs).
   Ok....busy day today.  Lets get it on...


A total of 200 combines working on a single wheat field near Winkler set a Guinness World Record Saturday as part of the World Harvest for Kids 2010, a fundraiser for Children's Camps International.
"It was awesome," said Derek Unrau, regional director for the faith-based organization.
Unrau said it took just over 10 minutes for the fleet of combines to finish harvesting the 250-acre field.
A Guinness adjudicator, who later presented the group with a certificate confirming their record, scrutinized the proceedings from a fire truck boom 100 feet in the air, said Unrau.
"She gave us the wave, and everything was good," he said. "It was an exciting moment."
The organization's last wheat-field record was set with 100 combines in 2006. This time around they managed to beat a newer, 175-combine record set in Ireland. (Article and photo Courtesy of Winnipeg Free Press)


PS - Hey I found the picture!!  my brain seems to have found second gear after all!

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