Deeper into the baler

showcrop · Jun 4, 2016

I got the plunger disconnected and pushed back to where I could see the spacer that was pushed out by rust. Investigating how it is secured in place told me that I needed to do more than remove the plungerhead.

So off came the thrower and the back part of the chamber.

This one shows the bulging spacer

The third one shows the thrower with back of chamber set aside and the plungerhead on the floor

The fourth shows the spacer piece that came out in three pieces. It was a battle to get it out because the screws were recessed into the spacer with allen-heads INSIDE the bale chamber. It was a two man job to crawl in and find, clean out and get the allen wrench into the heads, then crawl under and find the nuts in places that you could not see and put a wrench on at the same time. But I got it done by myself. I was very fortunate that the screw heads held the allen wrench, and that the nuts weren't rusted onto the screws. I got the spacer welded back together, which was an hour by itself, then back in place and held by the one screw and nut which is easy to get at. I am now on break. The baler is an MF 224.

Shetland Sheepdog · Jun 4, 2016

Well Colin, looks like you got yourself a fine pile of parts there! LOL.
Got a couple hunnert bales of 1st drop, mostly OG, put up Wed & Thu.

showcrop · Jun 4, 2016

(quoted from post at 17:27:47 06/04/16) Well Colin, looks like you got yourself a fine pile of parts there! LOL.
Got a couple hunnert bales of 1st drop, mostly OG, put up Wed & Thu.

Good for you! I just started with the one small field, And it is a good thing that I did because they took the third day of the window away from us. As it was this piece was dry and light enough that it needed only the two days.

lastcowboy32 · Jun 6, 2016

I was reading down through here, because I could relate to wanting to take a plunger out of a baler. I've been wanting to get the plunger out of my NH276. It runs OK...but it seems to be a little louder than it should.

Then I read the last reply about the three day window turning to two.

That ALSO happened to me. We dropped some first cut late Memorial Day afternoon. Weatherman said...all good 'til Thursday night.

Wednesday morning, I'm greasing the baler, planning to go to work and do the hay Thursday.

My wife comes outside holding her head and says, "Why don't you stay home today? My head's telling me that tomorrow is too late." Mind you, the weatherman is still, on Wednesday morning, saying the Thursday will be fine.

I go out and feel the hay. Like you said, it was also a light cutting, being a little early in the season. It dried more quickly than expected.

I stayed home, and we baled Wednesday.

Thursday morning, I wake up smelling fresh hay curing in the barn. I look at the sky when I let the dog out, and it's threatening. Weatherman's tune changed to thunderstorms Thursday afternoon.

I went up to the bedroom, gave my wife a kiss on the cheek and said. "Coffee's on. Wake up honey. You look much too pretty to be a witch."

I'm starting to trust her migraines more than the forecast.

showcrop · Jun 6, 2016

(quoted from post at 11:34:06 06/06/16)
I was reading down through here, because I could relate to wanting to take a plunger out of a baler. I've been wanting to get the plunger out of my NH276. It runs OK...but it seems to be a little louder than it should.

Then I read the last reply about the three day window turning to two.

That ALSO happened to me. We dropped some first cut late Memorial Day afternoon. Weatherman said...all good 'til Thursday night.

Wednesday morning, I'm greasing the baler, planning to go to work and do the hay Thursday.

My wife comes outside holding her head and says, "Why don't you stay home today? My head's telling me that tomorrow is too late." Mind you, the weatherman is still, on Wednesday morning, saying the Thursday will be fine.

I go out and feel the hay. Like you said, it was also a light cutting, being a little early in the season. It dried more quickly than expected.

I stayed home, and we baled Wednesday.

Thursday morning, I wake up smelling fresh hay curing in the barn. I look at the sky when I let the dog out, and it's threatening. Weatherman's tune changed to thunderstorms Thursday afternoon.

I went up to the bedroom, gave my wife a kiss on the cheek and said. "Coffee's on. Wake up honey. You look much too pretty to be a witch."

I'm starting to trust her migraines more than the forecast.

I think that when there is play in the plunger head they tend to rumble a little as they run. You might check for side to side looseness. You are fortunate to have a wife that can forecast the weather

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