The things you find in a field

I was cutting hay yesterday on a place I've been renting since the mid 70s. There's a big dead head rock about 100 yards or so from the house,no big deal,been there since the last ice age,lays flat and flush. I guess somebody else discovered it and decided to "help me out". There was a ditch dug around it,I saw it,was riding the clutch easing up to it and then I caught something out of the corner of my eye. Looked like a handle. I saw it just as it went in the haybine. I grabbed the lever to shut it off but there was too much momentum. I ran one of those 4 tine garden spade/fork things with a D handle right through the rollers. That wasn't even the kicker. I got off to pick up the pieces and there layed a piece of inch shaft about two feet long,sharpened right down to a fine point,laying right next to the rock. Had been there for a while from the look of it. Either one of those could have ruined a tractor tire in the blink of an eye.

All this after a morning that had me fixing fences and gates for better than an hour and resulted in 5 head of fat cattle out with the cows on pasture. Got 4 back this morning,one's still out there. AND a misunderstanding with the slaughter house that resulted in them sending out a truck and trailer to pick up a steer that I had already delivered to them yesterday morning.

Ruining a loaded 18.4 34 on top of that might have been the thing that ended my farming career for good.

Looks like somebody wants your rock.

I always grow an acre or so of Turnips fro my hogs a guy not too far from me wanted to get some so I said fine well he dug them a few times and ended up leaving a sharp pointed fork with the tines up just beside the field almost got it with the tractor tire he denied leaving it there so no more Turnip giveaways.

Around here, I would blame it on grandsons, except they would have dug it all the way out!

I found a 2 1/2 foot mechanics pry bar in a corn field this spring. By the looks of the handle it had been disced a few times. That would not have been one I would have enjoyed running through the combine.

All I ever find is horseshoes, cresent wrenches, cultivator sweeps and pliers. Oh yeah, rocks, plenty of rocks. Jim

Plowed up a log chain once a few years back. Guess who lost it in the first place?

Use to find the aluminum foil "chaff" that they dropped from airplanes to test or calibrate their radar.

Uncles found a weather balloon with a box of some kind of instruments on it.

We also find quite a few of the Mylar birthday balloons.

Then one morning we found two drunk, escaped convicts in a stolen car parked in our farm road in the Milo field. If we had not had a .35 Remington and a .270 with us, they might have gotten away.

Gene

Back in the late 70's early 80's BIL ran some land surrounded by subdivision.....lots of "interesting" stuff thrown over the back fence into the field. Was plowing wheat stubble/red clover down one night,tangled a shopping cart into the plow. An entertaining time was had digging that out with the few tools in the tractor toolbox!

My dad plowed up a wallet one year.
The one I had lost the year before.
What little money I had still intact.
Great savings plan! LOL

Cultivated up an entire and intact highway yield sign with it's post.

usually find rake teeth,old pipes and such old disk blades and the scrapers and ususually lots of other misc scrap metal from who knows where. this yr i found part of skidder chain that have the teeth on them for traction. usually just a bunch of junk. found a craftsmen rachet a couple yrs ago that one of the help lost a couple yrs before. loose lots of hammers but never find those.

My place used to be 5 diff home steads,keep finding pieces of old machinery and bottles,nuttin worth chit ofcourse. :roll:
And i find antlers,usually with the haybine(only three this season) and a couple times in a rear tractor tire, causing a flat,once three holes side by side when i ran over a big white tail rack :shock:
Was an $800 bill on that one,...thanks bambi :x

I found about an 800 lb sandstone, after the guy who farms the bulk of the land around here, finished chisel plowing. Took a loader down there, and scooted it to the field edge, then up to the Y in the driveway. It was a nice shaped rock, so I set it upright in the Y, with about 8" underground, and 2' sticking out. It withstood a backwards assault, from a drunk in a camero, hanging him, from his bumper. I shoulda collected insurance, from that...

some girls nnalert and bra

I was haying the field in Salkum, WA that was used as the staging area for the military rescue effort after the Mt. St. Helens eruption in 1980. Lots of helicopters flying out of there.

They used the area on the backside as a dumping ground, along the fence. Thought I was avoiding things pretty well, when I suddenly hit a parachute with my Taarup disc mower. Everything happens fast with a disc mower- I was bound up completely and it had stalled the tractor before I could get to the clutch.

That parachute material is TOUGH! I hacked at it awhile with my dull pocket knife, then thought of a nice old fellow who lived next to the field- I'll bet he could sharpen my knife! Went over and asked him, and he gave me his to use while he sharpened mine. That made things go a lot faster, of course.

When we made the exchange, I thanked him, and he said no, Thank You, for giving an old man a chance to be useful on a summer day.

I put this down in the basement in 'Talers' about a month ago, but I found a bright blue, what would be described as a 'ladies double ended pleasure device', made from a rubber like substance, about 2 feet long, in a hay field that was almost a half mile from any road. I still haven't found the girls----

Forgot the horticultural project.

Friend was going to do a hayfield in the neighborhood, but encountered plants growing in 5 gallon buckets spread around the field (hay was high, couldn't see them until you got into it). He didn't want to mow around them, so asked if I'd take it over. I had an Oliver 1550 with a loader, so I just put the buckets in the loader as I encountered them, and lined them up along the back fence when I got to that end of the field.

The guy called, all excited, that evening- "What happened to my buckets?" He got pretty owly. Told him to calm down, they were along the back fence, out of sight from the road. Did he want me to leave a bunch of white buckets in the field, with plants growing, in plain sight? I also opined that they looked pretty pale, and could sure use some fertilizer.

I was one of the responders from the volunteer fire dept a couple of years later- he was deceased, in a one car accident.

Neighbor has quite the Indian artifact collection, all off the creek that runs through their place. He has a spear head that is broken into 2 perfectly fitted pieces. His dad found one half plowing in a far corner of the place, in the 40's. The son found the other half in the late 70's, almost a half mile away.

Figured it must have broken off in a critter who ran that far before dying.

Got called out to dig a doughnut spare tire out of a 760 MF that made it all the way to the cylinder. Only time in my life I have ever seen one of these off of the rim.

The sidewall of my tractor tire found half of a deer shed. Not a good day.