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Growing Cane

The year after my Grandfather’s death, 1960, was a defining one. A sophomore in high school, I had a small independent farming operation on my father’s farm. I learned a great deal about the vagaries of farming, weather, and marketing. . . . so much that I took a job working Saturdays and Sundays to pay back my losses. At $6 a 12-hour day, I earned a “man’s wage” pumping gas, repairing tires, and servicing vehicles at a service station, another extinct enterprise. After that year, I never gave serious thought to farming for a living although my love for tilling earth never dimmed. In this way, the line between a profession and a hobby was drawn.

In the present context, 1960 was noteworthy because I had my first independent cane patch. The simplicity of that statement belies the implications of how we all have changed. As a first point, Elison Hendley gave me the seed cane. It didn’t occur to either of us to talk about price. He was a neighbor; our families had known each other for generations and sharing material and labor was a way of life. In sharp contrast, I have lived in my current house since 1988 (and owned the land since 1982) and have not stepped foot inside another’s house within miles. Thus, many of us have lost a sense of community. As a second point, I plowed that cane patch with one of Uncle Cornelius’ mules. (It was more trouble to reset my cultivator from 36-inch rows than to borrow his mule.) When I was a small boy, all farmers in our area still had working mules but they had pretty much been displaced by tractors. It is staggering to imagine the technical distance between farming in South Georgia in 1960 and placing a man on the Moon within the decade. It is perhaps even more staggering to consider the achievements between space flight then (based on 64-K computers) and scientific sophistication now, when, for example, we can excise a gene for insect resistance from a bacterium, insert it into a crop plant like corn, and protect the environment by reducing pesticide use. After that cane patch, there was a hiatus of 40 years, except for a few stalks I tended for the fun of it on the edge of my garden.

With the hiatus broken, the purpose of this page is to document the growth of cane over three seasons (2002-2004) in North Florida. Photographs and comments might be added for later years, but only as a supplement. The page does not presume to be a manual, and, indeed, there is little here for anyone who has grown cane.

In this area, the custom is to plant cane in the fall (October or November) or in the spring (March). In the case of fall planting, the cane is placed directly in a furrow after cutting. In the case of spring planting, the cane is banked. (A slightly depressed bed on dry land is covered in straw, the cane is laid on the straw, then the cane is covered first by straw and then a layer of earth, 4-6 inches to prevent freezing). My own schedule is dictated by when I can spare the time. I cut the seed cane the first week of November and planted it three weeks later.

Slide 1 shows the preparation of furrows. I vacillate. Sometimes, I think the garden plow is the best invention yet, and at other times, . . . . Regardless, I have had a love-hate relationship with a garden plow since I was a little fellow. In my prime, I was probably close to 0.1 horsepower; now in my 7th decade, less.

As an aside, the Kimbrough satsumas in the foreground are from an old nursery row at the edge of the cane patch. This cultivar was developed in Louisiana from EMS-mutagenized seeds of Owari satsuma. The Kimbrough was released for its superior cold-hardiness, giving it an edge of 1-2 degrees F, a small but sometimes critical difference. These particular plants were budded onto Flying Dragon (a mutant of Poncirus trifoliata), a dwarfing rootstock. Flying Dragon retains positive attributes of the wild-type (conferment of cold-hardiness to the scion, resistance to Phytophthera, and sweetness of fruit), but it is unpredictably dwarfing for citrus and any added cold-hardiness of Kimbrough over other satsumas is in question.

My mother taught me that dealing with life’s tribulations can be made easier by engaging oneself in non-critical pursuits. Thus, whereas I must make every step count at my work, I fling logic to the wind when I do something for my personal entertainment. I know that putting chicken manure (Slide 2)–a high-nitrogen fertilizer–to sugar cane is not a good idea. Use of it in the fall, especially in sandy soil as I did, mitigates. I applied at the rate of 2000 pounds/acre in the furrow. (Repeated use of chicken manure is not recommended for any garden area because of the high copper content.) Anecdotes abound on the use of any uncomposted manure for sugar cane. It often is blamed for a salty taste or a general lowering of quality. Since the 2002 syrup (processed at the Griffin Mill) from this cane was excellent in my opinion, I will not shirk from using a little chicken manure from time to time as putting manure to vegetables is the culturally, if not scientifically, correct thing for me to do. Besides, it seems to make the chickens useful.

The seed cane, obtained from IFAS, was laid in rows with little overlap (Slide 3). This cane was planted, as the extension services recommend, at 3-4 inches deep (Slide 4). Five cultivars were planted (Hybrid No. 14, Hybrid No. 16, CP 36-111, CP 52-48, and CP 67-500). This depth was sufficient for all cultivars except CP 36-111, which, as described later, lodged on my Dothan soil. Some local experts like Ronny Herring plant their cane somewhat deeper.

In the end, my yield was 38,200 pounds/acre or about 70% of the typical commercial yield. As I go through this narrative, I will try to identify reasons for the diminished yield. The first reason was the failure to get a perfect stand. As seed cane, and not land, was limiting, I planted one line, as mentioned above. For fall planting, 1.5-2 lines are generally recommended, although recommendations go as high as 4 lines. For spring planting, the recommended density is less because one culls the stalks that did not overwinter well in the bed.

Tobacco fertlilizer (Slide 5) was applied twice at a total rate of 2000 pounds/acre (about double a typical commercial rate). Sixty percent of this amount was applied on March 11th and the remainder, June 8th. This choice was somewhat arbitrary; it clearly would have been preferable to have a soil analysis. At any rate, maturation of cane is inhibited by high nitrogen, especially when it is applied late, so tobacco fertilizer is a reasonable choice. In addition, tobacco fertilizer is low in Cl- (because it affects the burning quality of leaves) and that seems good. There is always a trade-off; ammonium is thought by some to lower the quality of the syrup, but nitrate lowers the soil tilthability over the long term.

Slide 6 was taken on April 15th. Slide 7, taken about that time, shows the kind of damage that results from high deer pressure. Such damage created permanent gaps in the guard rows. Indeed, the center row of cane (CP 52-48) produced 445 pounds, compared with 217 pounds for the outside row near the woods (CP 36-111). In short, the second reason for diminished yield was deer. Deer should not be a problem in the future since I have installed a six-foot chain-link fence with three strands of barbed wire all around my property (to keep two-legged vandals off).

CP 52-48 is shown on May 17th (Slide 8). My daughter, Elizabeth (then, 24), stands between CP 52-48 (right) and CP-67-500 (left) on June 14th (Slide 9). Elizabeth, a teacher when this photograph was made, lived on her own in Georgia. Belle was the first member of Elizabeth’s family. My son, Will (then, 27), holds Belle in the cane patch on June 30th (Slide 10). Will, a resident when this photograph was made, lived on his own in North Carolina. One month later, July 26th, Elizabeth again shows off Belle in the cane patch (Slide 11). From this moment forward, Belle became “Donkey” for obvious reasons. On August 14th, Will is back in the cane patch with Buttley (Slide 12). (Some years back, Nedra and I gave Will, as a memento from Volterra, a figurine of a shepherd carrying a goat in this manner as he often carries the dogs, even the late 92-pound Timber, this way.) By September 1st (Slide 13), it was hard to tell whether Donkey or the cane had grown the most.

On September 14th, Hanna dropped a great deal of rain, but no wind. Slide 14, taken September 22nd, shows that CP 36-111 fell over into a tangled mess. As alluded to earlier, experienced growers indicate that this cultivar does not lodge if planted deeply. Slide 15 was taken days before harvest (November 2nd).

Slide 16, just for the fun of it, shows Buttley enjoying sugar cane in its purist form. . . .and, yes, I did sit down and peel and quarter the cane for her as I did for my children and as my grandfather did for us children.

Stalks of the five canes (l-r, Hybrid No. 16, Hybrid No. 14, CP 67-500, CP 52-48 and CP 36-111) are shown in Slide 17. Hybrid No. 16 is far too difficult to strip and not especially productive (4 pounds per linear foot); I’ve dug up the stubble and discarded it. Hybrid No. 14 was easily the most productive (nearly 10 pounds per linear foot), but it has a small diameter, making extraction on vintage mills somewhat problematic. I eventually discarded it, and continued to evaluate the Canal Point canes. Slide 18 shows the harvested cane on its way to the mill.

In the preceding, I have mentioned that a less-than-perfect stand (because of planting density and deer) diminished the yield. Use of some of the current season cane to fill the gaps also diminished harvested yield somewhat. The remaining (and major) detriment was a live oak tree that robbed the cane of nutrients and of light until about noon. Many plants are tolerant of shade at least at some stages of growth. Others, including such C4 plants as sugar cane, sorghum, and corn, are not. C4 plants have an auxiliary photosynthetic pathway that is compartmented in a separate type of cell. This compartmentation makes them highly productive in high light, but causes them to compete poorly in low light or at low temperatures. The choice of having the oak tree or sugar cane was not easy, but Slide 19 proves that sugar cane won. The tree was located around valuables (garage, satsumas, and figs to the south and west and loquats and figs to the south and east), restricting my only choice of falling to the north. Because the north faced the woods, that side of the tree had not filled out so well, requiring climbing and trimming on the opposite side (see arrows in the left panel of Slide 19). The redistribution of weight and a come-along dropped the tree handily. The tree did not entirely lose its value, though, as Will and I used the wood for a barbeque over his spring break.

Returning from the stubble is an important quality of cane, so I offer a brief follow-up for the second year, as shown by photographs made on August 2, 2003. As was the case for some of the photographs made during the plant-cane season (above), my son, Will, provides perspective; we had just returned from the bees. Hybrid No. 14 grew vigorously as plant cane, as discussed above, and it came back from the stubble well, too. Will holds Priss (b. 05/03) in front of Hybrid No. 14 (Slide 20). CP 52-48 also grew vigorously as plant cane, averaging about six pounds per linear foot. This cane came back from the stubble well, too. Will holds a “cane-patch” cottonmouth (Slide 21) in front of CP 52-48. Although the snake was still trying to flex, it was mostly spent. Buttley (Slides 12 & 16) is a grave danger to snakes, and ordinarily she assaults without delay: she sails into the snake, clamps its body in the center, and by stunningly fast and robust head motions literally flails it to death. I realized she had found a snake, but she seemed to be jockeying for position. I saw the shape through the grass well enough to understand-it was coiled. Once I hit it with a post, the rest was up to Buttley (and Will, who delivered the coup de grвce). I do wish she wouldn’t bother poisonous snakes because she will not be fast enough one day. I also wish she wouldn’t bother nonpoisonous snakes because they are nice to have around. My opinions don’t seem to matter too much to Buttley, though, as she killed two other snakes in our backyard later in the afternoon.

(Although it strays from the point a little, a cottonmouth begins life as a cute little snake. Like its congener, the copperhead, it has a bronze-colored head and a sulfur tail that wags, emulating a worm and thus attracting prey. As it grows older, the bright coloration is lost and the spots become less distinct. It becomes increasingly darker (see Slide 21). In the end, the bulls like one would step over or paddle around in the bays around home were fat (usually) and practically black. Growing up, I was worse than average about trapping fish using, of course, the single-coned (illegal) traps that retained warmouths and bream, none large. These traps also retained (and drowned) cottonmouths making it easy to remember to retrieve a trap using a piece of tied-off baling wire or to lift free traps with a tobacco stick. You might be told on good authority that these are timid snakes, but the fact is, they stand their ground. Although I can’t support claims about outright aggression, I have had them crawl toward me when I bothered them. Evolution failed to equip cottonmouths with a fear of humans.)

In the third season of my sugar-cane revival, I decided to expand my planting. By this time, C.P. 67-500 had emerged as a favorite cultivar. Although seed cane for this cultivar is available locally, purchasing it from Poplarville (Slide 22, South Mississippi Branch Experiment Station) was intended to give me the opportunity to tromp around in Broadhead’s former haunts, indeed, a kind of spiritual pilgrimage. South Mississippi Branch Experiment”>Broadhead, whose bulletin on sugar-cane syrup production I have found extremely useful, was a sweet-sorghum and sugar-cane breeder and field experimentalist. I agree with Thomas Jefferson on one point: “The greatest service which can be rendered any country is to add a useful plant to its culture.” Among the contributions made by Broadhead and his collaborators are sorghum varieties (Grassl, Smith, Cowley, Keller, M81E, Wray, Theis, Ramada, Rio, Dale, Brades) and C.P. 67-500 sugar cane. Unfortunately, the mission of the station had changed since his time, and, as far as I could tell, the tradition I sought was absent. Too bad for me: my boundless reverence lost its target. Still and all, I was grateful to meet Mike Anderson (Slide 23) and his field crew and obtain the seed cane.

The seed cane and new area prompted me to have a soil test made (Slide 24). I had expected that my soil would need pH adjustment and amendments. Although my area of Florida, the Red Hills, is reasonably fertile sandy loam, most Florida soil is poor. (One UF Dean of Agriculture is reported to have quipped that farming in Florida is simple-just add seed, water, and all the required nutrients!) Nitrogen and potassium deficiency is the norm for most soils. However, I was a bit surprised that my soil was limited in sulfur. Sulfur is required in many many biochemical processes, notably as amino acids that are used for proteins or peptides that serve as catalysts, structural elements and as redox signals. Non-protein sulfur-containing amino acids are also made by plants, giving, for example, onions pungency. I had expected boron deficiency as my turnips grown in this location had suffered from water core.

November 11th is a somber but joyous day for much of western civilization, but, like the bereaved of so long ago, I am not a party to this cheeriness: it was the day my father died in 1986. And, it was also the day in 2003 that my little Buttley was nailed by a cottonmouth as I had feared (see above). Little Buttley and I had been grinding cane (which the Brinsons reduced to syrup for me) and we were using the pomace to mulch a banana (Slide 25). (My mind wanders a bit: this banana is the new tetraploid cultivar GoldFinger, which I purchased on a visit to Don and Katie Chafin’s excellent nursery. I’ve trialed several bananas, and this one along with Raja Puri and Orinoco (a plantain you might say) would to be on the must-have list for marginal environments.) While I was doing the main part of the work, Buttley, ever nosey, started a ruckus by a lightwood stump (foreground in Slide 25) that I was saving for smoker fuel. Having my mind in its usual disengaged position, I pushed the stump over a bit with my foot and the tilt was sufficient for Buttley to get her head under the stump. I didn’t see the snake bite her, but she communicated that it did–she usually flails a while and pauses to see if the snake has life, but in this case, she was relentless. She was in Bradfordville Animal Hospital within 20 minutes and Dr. Steverson administered antivenom. I was fearful that I might lose one of my sugar-cane buddies, shown for emphasis drinking cane juice (Slide 26) and tussling with Priss over pomace (Slide 27). After a night at Allied Veterinarians’ Emergency Hospital, her swelling had subsided (Slide 28), but it was weeks she before returned to her normal self, yes–meaning leaving dead snakes at the garage. She would seem incorrigible, but fortunately, she called for my help with this dangerous fellow. (. . . my apologies for two points: (a) although I make it seem that I take pleasure in killing snakes, that is not true. I am happy to share out areas with them, but poisonous snakes near my house are a hazard to my dogs, which I prize more. [In some ways, living on property with so many poisonous snakes is a kind of comfort since tromping around my house at night without a light would be a pretty foolish thing to do.] (b) this particular snake was rearranged significantly by the only thing I had handy, which was more along the lines of stopping a 200-lb animial than a nominal 10-lb animal. Although out of the context of cane, another photograph shows a diamond back with life ebbing away after a more gentle perturbation.)

In this same time frame, I limed the new cane patch, tilled it and laid out the rows. Whereas Buttley-at 35 pounds-fancies herself as the hunter, estate mistress, and general guardian, Priss, like the late Timber (another German Shepherd), is slouchy and gravitates toward farming, in short, my female complement. Priss’ enthusiasm exceeds her understanding of farming, though. Slide 29 shows her covering up the rows as fast as I could lay them out. I have finally convinced her not to go into the cane patch when I am around, but paw prints give her away-she is responsible for digging up the cane and for chewing sprouts off. She is incorrigible, too, perhaps ignorant and attempting to emulate my activities, or she may be simply throwing a spanner in the works. I wouldn’t place money against either of those conjectures.

The C.P. 67-500 was planted in two lines, as were rows of ribbon cane, of purple cane (for both, thanks to Don Dean) and of Home Green cane (thanks to Keefee and friends). (These last three varieties were cut without the notion that they would serve as seed, so the stalks were stripped, damaging some “eyes.” Never mind, however, since my purpose was to amplify the cane, not use it for harvest.) At the same time, I maintained a row of C.P. 36-111 and C.P. 52-48 and a couple of other cultivars in the old cane patch. In the middle of April, I formulated and applied a fertilizer mix (ammonium nitrate, ammonium sulfate and potash) that supplied half of the season’s nitrogen and potassium needs and all the season’s sulfur needs. The remainder of the nitrogen and potassium requirements were added the first week of July.

As one might expect, putting in the new cane patch involved more than planting the cane. I removed as much shade as my marriage would tolerate. Slides 30 and 31 show my preferred way of removing shade; I took down the larger tree in the background with a saw. Altogether, this work opened the patch some, but not enough. At the time of this writing (Summer, 2006), I still have a good bit of shade from a willow oak and from a hickory. Time will tell—I like both trees and expect to move my cane patch to a more sunny area and return the cane patch to its former duty as a garden.

Gardening was not all lost, however, as the wide spacing of cane permits getting double duty from a cane patch, as shown by the turnips in Slide 32, which was taken in April. (Although it is not optimal, December 29 is my target day for planting greens. As this date is my sister’s birthday, it is easy to remember and doing the bulk of the growth over winter and very early spring obviates the use of pesticides.) The open pollinated cultivar (Slide 32) takes about a month longer than a hybrid (Just Rite) that I perfer (Slide 33) because of its taste and maturity before the cane comes up. There is, of course, a conflict with growing greens this way since greens demand high nitrogen. Along the same vein, potatoes were historically planted in cane middles, but potatoes perform better is a lower pH soil than does cane. Eventually, when I move my cane patch to a larger area, I expect to plant two rows at normal spacing and then leave an empty row for legumes, which also have low nutrient demands. The “empty” row, of course, will be convenient for harvesting the cane (cf. the system used by Junior Cashwell). I hasten to add that nothing said implies that I ever plan to make much syrup. It is too much work.

A series of slides illustrate stages of development of plant C.P 67-500 at different times of the year. Nedra serves as a scale on May 29 (Slide 34). On June 10 (Slide 35), Charles Baldree and his son-in-law, Billy Bannon, serve as the scale whereas I do the duty on Jun 30 (Slide 36) and Anthony Brinson does it on Jul 6 (Slide 37). Rounding out the series, Liz and Belle pose on Aug 6 (Slide 38)

Hurricane Frances dumped a lot of rain, but carried little wind, in September (2004). As Slide 39 shows, C.P 67- 500 stood up well, as did C.P 52-48 (Slide 40). [As the comparison demonstrates, I get better stooling from C.P 52-48 than I do from C.P 67-500.] For a better view of the bore of C.P 67-500 at this time of the year, click here. For a view of Eyespot Disease on the leaves, click here.] On the other hand, Hybrid 14 was a tangled mess (Slice 41). The propensity to lodge, the small bore, and the low brix (later) spelt the end of this cultivar for me. C.P. 36-111 (not shown) also lodged badly; I have used different planting depths and hilling protocols, and my experience is always the same: this cultivar lodges and is less productive than C.P 52-48 and C.P 67-500. Of course, my sample size is small and others might have entirely different experiences. As far as I know, the only advantage C.P 36-111 has over other cultivars is the production of lighter-colored mild syrup, which is not my goal. So, I phased it out following Dennis (an early hurricane in 2005), which blew it over and broke it off at the joints.

Home Green (Slide 42) and (blue) Ribbon (Slide 43) cane are two cultivars of historical interest and, of course, that is sufficient reason for me to plant them even though both suffer from terrible disadvantages of failing to return reliably from stubble, being susceptible to biotic and abiotic stresses and having relatively low brix (which increases the energy, cost, and time of making syrup).

. . .but, when Nedra tells me that the dab of ribbon syrup I make is just like she had as a child, except better, I am good for another season (Slide 44).

In summary, in Fall, 2001, I planted 5 sugar-cane cultivars that are available from and recommended locally by the experiment station for syrup production. I took that crop to the Griffin Mill in Alapaha, and Jerry, Linda, and Robert Earl ground the cane on their then “new” Chattanooga No. 44 (old style) and made syrup. By 2003, I was able to grind the cane at my home, and Jerry and Anthony Brinson made syrup from my juice. Finally, in 2004, the entire operation could be done at my house. The inaugural cooking (Slide 45) used the talents and enthusiasm of friends Zack Hicks, Leon Robinson, student Yun Kang, and my spouse, Nedra, of course. Over these years, on the basis of my personal experience under my conditions, I eliminated Hybrid No. 14, Hybrid No. 16, and C.P. 36-111 from my planting. I also eliminated Cold Hardy No. 8, which was obtained as a chewing cane, but have retained a short row of C.P. 31-511. My focus is on C.P. 67-500 and C.P. 52-48, but I also have a small amount of Home Green, Ribbon, and Louisiana Purple.

Thanks for your patience.

Noting that most of the images of cane growing above were from earlier in the season, I have added a supplement for 2005. Slide 46 of C.P. 67-500 was taken July 29; Slide 47, August 19; Slide 48, Sep 7; Slide 49 of C.P. 52-48, Sep 23; Slide 50 of C.P. 67-500 again, at harvest Nov 25; Slide 51, 500 stalks of C.P. 67-500 in the bed of an 8-ft trailer–more than enough for a 60-gallon kettle of juice (which holds only 55 gallons to the mid-way of the flange).

When Slide 46 was made, the cane was weedy. Note that I trim the lower leaf blades off and using a guard, spray Round-up to clean the middles (Slide 47), but strictly avoid any contact with cane. To my knowledge, no contact herbicide or soil treatment is labeled for sugar cane that is used to make syrup. (“The label is the law.”) Of course, this means of controlling weeds works well for a small sideliner, but might not for one who grows much cane.

Also note again the better stooling with C.P 52-48 (Slide 49) than with C.P. 67-500 (the other slides).

2005 was a fun year for cane, but it was a fastistic year for the dooryard citrus producer in North Florida. Slide 52 shows a part of my satsuma trees as well as the syrup shed in the background. My sister, Carolyn, provides perspective. The two satsumas in that spot made about 300 lbs. of fruit each! 2005 also marked the enclosure of my kettle, and Ken Christison has graciously documented my first inside cooking. There, one would see quite a syrup gang- -Ken’s spouse, Connie, in light blue; my spouse, Nedra; Anthony Brinson, in the jeans jacket; Charles Deese, in two-toned jacket; and Leon Robinson. Ken, so busy photographing, is not shown. In contrast, my second cooking in 2005 (Slide 53) was done solo, except my daughter, Elizabeth, and her husband, John Crawford, assisted with bottling.

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