Tom Fleming
Well-known Member
If you could pick 1 implement to restore and display with each of your tractors, what would it be?
It is a close decision for me, but I like sickle-bar mowers. Not sure why except that I liked mowing the best as a younger child on the farm. I guess it was because Dad emphasized how dangerous the sickle-bar was. The thrill that he let me mow probably had something to do with it too.....We had a cat with 3 legs thanks to that mower. A can remember mowing around dusk, and seeing the herds of deer coming out of the woods, probably drawn by the smell of fresh cut hay. As long as I stayed on the tractor, they would eat as if nothing was wrong. Stop the tractor and get off, and they were gone in a split second.
I also remember grinding the rivets off, and replacing the knives. My job was to use a ballpien hammer to install the new knives. Dad would take the window out of the workshop so the knife bar would fit through it as the grinder was bench mounted. One year, we took all the knives off and sharpened them. We didn't have the hand grinder that mounted on the bar, so we took all the knives off, and sharpened them. I guess the rivets were cheaper than my labor!!!!!
Plowing was my next choice, as I liked the smell of fresh plowed ground....not as much as the smell of fresh cut timothy hay, but still a wonderful smell and great memory. Flocks of birds would follow along eating the uncovered worms and grubs as I would plow. I also remember plowing up a fox den with cubs. I wanted to keep them, but Dad had a fit......grumbling about chickens.....they somehow disappeared before I could return with a box for them..... LOL.
Once again, no one is right and no one is wrong, just looking for a fun post, and some of your favorite memories.
It is a close decision for me, but I like sickle-bar mowers. Not sure why except that I liked mowing the best as a younger child on the farm. I guess it was because Dad emphasized how dangerous the sickle-bar was. The thrill that he let me mow probably had something to do with it too.....We had a cat with 3 legs thanks to that mower. A can remember mowing around dusk, and seeing the herds of deer coming out of the woods, probably drawn by the smell of fresh cut hay. As long as I stayed on the tractor, they would eat as if nothing was wrong. Stop the tractor and get off, and they were gone in a split second.
I also remember grinding the rivets off, and replacing the knives. My job was to use a ballpien hammer to install the new knives. Dad would take the window out of the workshop so the knife bar would fit through it as the grinder was bench mounted. One year, we took all the knives off and sharpened them. We didn't have the hand grinder that mounted on the bar, so we took all the knives off, and sharpened them. I guess the rivets were cheaper than my labor!!!!!
Plowing was my next choice, as I liked the smell of fresh plowed ground....not as much as the smell of fresh cut timothy hay, but still a wonderful smell and great memory. Flocks of birds would follow along eating the uncovered worms and grubs as I would plow. I also remember plowing up a fox den with cubs. I wanted to keep them, but Dad had a fit......grumbling about chickens.....they somehow disappeared before I could return with a box for them..... LOL.
Once again, no one is right and no one is wrong, just looking for a fun post, and some of your favorite memories.