My great grandfathers both worked on thrashing crews, great great Grandad ran a thrashing crew with his own steam tractor and threshing machine. Part of the deal was always that whoever they were thrashing for had to feed the crew in the field. Meals ranged from fried pheasants once in Nebraska to a giant baked spotted gar out of the Washita river. I’m sure most of the time there were lots of beans and potatoes with cornbread.
