Who would have dreamed, back in the 1950s and ’60s when Sonoma County’s undisputed “King of Crops” disappeared from the land, that hops would ever come around again?
But it could happen.
The news that the crop that made Sonoma County a treasured name on a beer-drinkers’ map for 100 years might have a renaissance is an exciting prospect.
Farm adviser Paul Vossen is planning a symposium on the cultivation of buds that make beer taste like beer, tentatively set for March 26 at SRJC’s Shone Farm.
Hops once flourished along the Russian River and its tributaries, making growers rich and going a long way toward establishing Sonoma County as a national agricultural leader.
Now, answering a call from local brewers, Vossen has paid a visit to the Yakima Valley in Washington, where 75 percent of the nation’s hops are now grown. And he came back excited at the prospect of a new demand created by the burgeoning craft beer industry.
As you may have read in last Sunday’s newspaper, fresh hops, or “wet hops” are what’s new; a different treatment from the olden days when buds were dried crisp in the ubiquitous hop kilns that dotted our landscape, baled and shipped east to brewers.
(Some stayed here, of course, for GB or Happy Hops or any of the many brands produced by Grace Brothers Brewery in Santa Rosa in those years.)
From 1858, when Amasa Bushnell and Otis Allen first planted vines along the Laguna to “see how they would go,” the crop caught the fancy of growers here. And for a hundred years, until the last big crop came off the Bussman Ranch near Windsor in the 1960s, there was no harvest — not apples or French prunes, or pears or walnuts or chickens or grapes — more exciting than bringing in the hops.
It has been my good fortune to talk with some of those old hop growers, among them Talmadge (Babe) Wood, who sat down with me in 1992 for a far-reaching video that included memories of his favorite crop.
Before he became the county’s leading dealer in fancier automobiles — from Reo to Cadillac — Wood worked the family ranch on River Road where his grandfather, Sam Talmadge, had planted hops in the mid-1800s.
“He bought the place out there on the lagoon,” Babe told me. “It was 160 acres where he and Otis Allen started the first hop yard. They got the roots from Germany. My grandfather went into it a little bit heavier and he made some money.
“They selected this ranch to grow hops principally because it had very fine land, good, rich soil and would hold moisture. … Of course we had pears and we had apples, too. But everything was in the hops. That’s where the money was and that’s where the fun was,” Babe said.
On the harvest: “We had the same families that came from San Francisco and other places. Every year they’d take a vacation, and what a vacation! We would dam up Mark West Creek, and we had a beautiful campground. It had a natural arbor of wild grape vines. They camped there. And they stayed a month or maybe two months sometimes. They’d have a swimming pool (in the creek). And the kids would love it. And they would stay for the prunes. And, of course we had pears and we had apples, too. But, in my family everything was in the hops.”