Boy this time of year, it always takes me back to my childhood. I would put an old army duffle bag over one shoulder, and head out to pick it up behind the combine. I feed out a many calf on corn I gathered for free. I always wintered my horse on it. I had access to an old corn crib on my grandfathers place. I still have the sandstone corners it sat on. I had a sheller, and a grinder. I still have the grinder. I'm not sure where the sheller ended up.
It didn't seem to take to long to fill the little corn crib. I bet our modern combines, don't miss enough ears to do that any more.