Was reading Randy's input about reseeding his garden with oats. Reminded me of what I saw in the nearest small town some time ago.One old gent has (had) a mule and tack and a single bottom moldboard, It was a tapistry in motion to see the two of them attack a little garden like even 50x75, which, like Randy was discussing, had no room to turn around and get ready to yea haw or whatever for the next run. They meticuously went about the rigors of doing what needed to be done, nice slow, even pace. Old mule had his blinders on and chest strap hootus. Nothing was said other than an occasional go-stop (in mule language). The driver really didn't even have to touch the reins lying across his shoulders as the mule had done it so many times (apparently) he, or probably she (I guess)knew just what to do. Really a pleasure to watch and to think that was the way it was done when our country was young. Heck I'm tearing up. But boy to plow any acreage, it was plow, plow, plow, sunup to sundown for a lotta days. Mark
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