By the time I got back over to look at that "sandbur plot", it had all went to seed already!:eek: I walked about 10 feet out into that mess and my shoes were completely covered in burs. The old man only looked at it from about 80 yards away and just assumed it was rye growing in there that was knocked down from when he ran the harrow over it. Seems funny to look back now that we don't own the place anymore, but man was I PO'd when I walked out there. I liked the taller rye myself, but we had too many turks to not try to get it to the ground, they would walk through and pick the seed heads clean, which is what I think happened the year we had the sandbur infestation, no rye was left on the stalks or the ground because the turks cleaned it up before it germinated, thus leaving a "void" which the sandburs were willing to fill.