sandhiller

It ran when we parked it

My border collie would be right in the middle of em. Cannot bring out the hose without him getting his play time.

Guess I'm not going to worry bout it.

I have this in one of my pastures. It has grown to this cover area over maybe the last ten years. I think the cows will tromp it down when I turn in. 1. What is it? 2. Should I worry about it? 3. If so, how do I control it?

I'm a firm believer in the old wives tale "if you have bull snakes, you won't have rattle snakes" so any time I see a bull snake I will bring him home and throw him into one of the sheds. One summer saw a nice big fat one leaving the hay meadow, caught him and threw him in one of the empty lunch coolers in the back of the pickup. On the way home I felt something on my left arm and I think me and the three boys all saw him at the same time. He had got out of the cooler crawled up past the cab and onto my arm headed for the steering wheel. Things got kind of western until nearest boy grabbed the steering wheel while I got hold of the snake.

When I was in my early twenties, I worked for a guy who would stack hay all summer and sell semi loads of small bales over the winter. He had it set up so that he would sled in a stack and then jump on the hydra fork and drop bunches of hay in front of a baler where two older gentlemen would pitchfork the hay into a baler which then dumped onto an elevator going up to a flatbed. I was always on the trailer stacking the bales. I think we usually put on 25 ton iirc. I always took a lot of pride on having a square sided pretty looking load, it was good advertisement going down the road. Anyway there was always a bunch of good natured ribbing and passing around the Schnapps bottle. Once they asked me how I was getting along and I said I wish you two old farts would hurry up, I've got a date tonight. They looked at each other, grinned and got into a rhythm. Now, any bale falls off the trailer cost me a six pack and in no time at all they were pushing bales off the other side till I called give. Needless to say I bought all the beer that night and learned to never underestimate the abilities of a man who has done physical work his entire life no matter what his age. I still have my hay hooks hanging in the barn, one short, one long and they bring back fond memories of some good times and really great people.

And the only reason he quit so that he could go home and take care of his wife! Top rate gentleman, I wish him and his wife the best of luck.

Yup, I see where I just confused the issue with my post. I mostly bale with my 966 and use the TA to control ground speed, not looking to gain power. I got where I can clutch, shift TA and match letting the clutch out so there is no feeling of changing "gears" at all. Clutching under load would definitely bring you to a sudden stop. Old habit of mine and it works for me but "DONT TRY THIS AT HOME". Use it the way it was meant to be used.

I guess I've always clutched when going to low, not when going to high just go smoothly

We turned one into an attack/grass rig only the duece and a half 2 axle version, M1053 iirc. Motor pulls good, it is a beast in the hills.

Battery charging station for all the cordless tools

Just thought I'd throw this in here. Son worked for a guy that had some mares. Said the colts had a lot of personality

Vague memory, would have been early 60's I remember the neighbors coming over to Grandpa's and hand picking corn. The wagon was higher on the off side. Never forget the sound of the ears hitting the board. They could really make it sing! I remember just where a couple of the gloves hung in the barn long after they went to a two row picker. Wish I would have had the sense to hang on to them

That just knots up my gut. Sprayed water off the back of a 6x6 and had to fan the nozzle when flames blew out of a canyon we we're trying to hold and went over my head BUT it's nothing compared to the fires they have out west. I don't think I have what it takes to run with them. They have my utmost respect.