I'm going to add a little non-harvesting story to yours. They had an excellent restaurant overlooking the Truckee river so one summer night my wife and I were having dinner and were watching these kids in rafts going down the river most of them two sheets to the wind with plenty of beer on hand. The couple at the table next to us were commenting on these rowdy kids (they weren't) and what their parents would think when all of a sudden after a short pause she yelled out for the whole place to hear, "that's my son". I believe she was a bit embarrassed.