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Punchie, It is the time of year, me thinks. In the dead of winter we all get a little edgy, a little grumpy and we've all just got a touch of plain old fashioned cabin fever while waiting for spring to get here. Now, I'm not standing up for anyone, nor am I questioning anyone's numbers, but I can say that with age our memories do tend to fade and get a little bit "fuzzy" sometimes. Case in point: I've been rackin' my brain for over 20 years trying to remember the model number of the New Holland baler my old hired man owned back in the 70s because it left such a positive impression in my mind in the way it would put up hay. That was the hay-eatingest baler I've ever seen! For quite a number of years at every cutting of hay, here he would come with that big shiny outfit, treated it like a newborn babe, lubed it, adjusted it, oiled it and tinkered on the beast until it was humming like a new car engine. It drove me nuts that he was sooooo picky with the darned thing, but it was an absolute killer of a baler. But I just could not remember the model number! So, last month, I just happened to run into the hired man's dad. We're visitin' for a few minutes and I asked him what the heck the model of that silly baler was 'cause it was drivin' me crazy that I couldn't remember. He told me that the boy had never owned a baler in his life. Come to find out, he had been borrowing it from another neighbor all along. I had just forgotten. So, I suggest we just lay this topic to rest, hey? Just leave it alone. Allan PS. By process of elemination, it turns out that the old baler was a 851. :>)
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