OT Humble pie

We all must eat a slice of it from time to time. I had the pleasure of eating a big slice yesterday.
I had taken the zero turn mower across the road and across the clearing to my mothers to cut her grass. I had made my sons take the farm truck to rack pine cones and small limbs while I cut the grass. We had finished and were going home. I had instructed my son who was driving he had better go SLOW or I would get him when we got to the house. I thought I would cut the corner through a low spot and beat him to the house. That is where it all went wrong. I tried to go around the right side of a mud hole/bog. Before I knew what had happened the left side slide into the ruts and then the right side spun around and I was cross ways of the ruts slinging mud everywhere. I had to get off walk to the truck, have my son carry me to get the tractor and help me pull the mower out.

My son was at least smart enough not to say anything about my bogging down until about an hour later. It was funny then, but not when it happened..

JWalker

When I was a kid dad sent me out to harrow a field to get it dry a bit to put oats in. He said might be wet areas, go around them.

Went out, drove 250 feet in the field and sunk.

Walked home.

Dad just muttered the whole time gather up some chain and a tractor, about how I should be old enough to stay out of the wet spots, should know better, just go around them....

Dad drives out with the tractor and chains and me, heads to the stuck tractor, and - sinks. Got his stuck too.

Some time later when everything was back on the field road dad said just go home, field isn't ready.

It had been sunny and strong wind, so there was no sign of any wet spots, but the field was soup an inch under that dry crust.

I never said much, but I think I grin every spring I go out to work that field the first time.

Paul

I helped an old guy one fall who had hurt his back. We were getting his wheat in. I worked in as close as I could to a wet spot and started planting. He got on the big tractor with the field cultivator,headed straight through the little bit of a spot I couldn't get any closer to and stuck it right there. He looked a little sheepish for thinking he could go some place I couldn't.

Mine wasn't me. Dad would go on sometimes about getting something used and having to work the "bugs out" when I would complain and say he should have gotten it new. A couple of years after I joined the Army I was home on leave and dad had gotten a used mid 60's Ford pickup. One of the ones that came from the factory choke. He had rebuilt the engine, fresh tune up and he'd done the carb. Well it would only run with the choke half out. It was the middle of haying season and I ask what I could do to help. He'd hired a couple of kids to help with the hay so he told me to take a look at the truck. I checked compression, point gap and timing. Then decided to take a look at the carb. I'm sure you see where this is going. I found a small black insect plugging one of the jets. I got a sewing pin from mom, dug it out and put it in a paper napkin in my shirt pocket. I went out and picked dad and the hired kids up for lunch with the truck. It ran perfect. Dad kept asking me what I'd found and I told him he had to wait because I had something to show him. At the table in front of everyone I pulled
that napkin out, unfolded it and set it next to dad plate. Told him "dad that bug was plugging a jet, don't you know that on this used stuff you gotta work the bugs out"?

Rick

Humble Pie? I remember those guys.

Mark
Peter Frampton and Humble Pie

Some years ago, a buddy of mine, Bill, got a combine stuck.

He rounded up four neighbors with tractors, plus he got a tractor of his own. The field was kinda wet overall, so Bill backed his tractor up to the combine and chained it. Then the four neighbors all chained their tractors on to the front of Bill's tractor. Someone was in the combine with it in reverse. The plan was at a signal, they would all dig out at once.

The signal was given, they all dug out--and Bill's tractor was still in reverse. They then had a combine and five tractors stuck.

After it was over, Bill told me it was one of the longer days he lived.

These guys are freak os. in need os a haircut and music lessons in silence . LOU

Had a neighbor back east who in a real bad drought decided to brushhog his swamp with his 340. Ended up with several neighbors all with several tractors stuck, probably over 300 HP in that swamp in the days 100 HP was big. His wife got home and pulled them all out with her Scout.