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jon f mn

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Not long ago I pulled into my friend Jeff's yard to find the rear of his manure spreader on fire. He was standing there watching it so I got out and stood beside him watching too. I may have had a questioning look on my face cuz he looked at me and said "the beater was full of bale twines and this is the best idea I had to get them off". Well, gotta say it was working great. The fire would heat and melt the plastic twines and they would fall to the ground and burn up. The fire never got hot enough to even warm the beater, but when it was done the beater was cleaner than it had been since new and when it was done all that was left was a black spot on the driveway. As we were standing there watching he got a smile on his face and looked at me and said "this is what you would call a redneck bon fire". LOL Just wonderin what any of you may have done that qualifies as redneck?
 
I"ve been known to pick off woodchucks from the upstairs window in the computer room. Just seems handy - my gun cabinet is right there and the room has nice big windows. And they don"t seem to notice the windows opening. I have learned to use the bolt action rather than the semi-auto! Wife didn"t like stepping on the casings.

Tim
 
Not me but my dad.

He had single 1" hole in two window screens on our house. He could poke the .22 through it to shoot rats that ran around outside our grain bins and corncrib.


FIL had an old Vega station wagon, with the roof rack, with careful stacking he could get 10 bales of hay on top and inside (tailgate down) - just enough for a single feeding of his cattle 5 miles up the road and he didn't have to start his gas guzzling pickup.
 
There os probably more redneck moments I`m forgetting, but this one popped into my head first. I had an old polaris 4-wheeler for sale, and I guy called from the city 50 miles away, we talked a while and he said he would take it if I could deliver, as he did not own a pickup. Well, my truck at the time got about 6mpg, and a friend of mine needed to go into town anyway, so we decided to deliver it with his nissan Xterra SUV. Put two extension ladders on the roof rack, a sawhorse under the ladders, and drove up the ladders onto the roofrack (the car was parked in a ditch to make it lower). Made it just fine, tons of people took pictures, the guy that bought the machine was impressed.
 
Loaded three round bales on a trailer... unloaded them by backing down a rather steep driveway into a field rather fast and hit the brakes which unloaded two of the three.. the third needed a second try..SUCCESS..
 
Trying to figure a easy way to clean and scrub 'new' potatoes to get ready for canning....I just dumped a bushel in the washing machine. That idea actually worked out pretty good.
 
my most recent is my Christmas pumpkins,wife didnt complain,but didnt say much either,,,
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Family has a big yard sale every year.
I brought some of the "tables" home and snapped this picture.

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Me and another employee took off with the service truck from the weld shop.

About 2 miles down the road the arm on the carb broke off and we had no trottle.

I called back to the shop and told the boss we needed a tow back to the shop. He said it would be a few minutes as everyone was in the middle of something.

I crawled up under the hood onto the fender told the other guy I would run the trottle with my pliers. You drive.

Should have seen the look on the other guys faces when we pulled back into the shop.

Gary
 
rather than wire brush my chimney on my fireplace about once or twice a winter i get a real hot fire going with the insert doors shut and then open them wide open--black smoke and sparks, flames and creosote chunks shoot out and make the sky black for a few minutes. Not worried as i built the chimney myself and between the flue, sand filled space, and 8 inch concrete block it is really contained from the framing. But i have been reported a couple of times to the FD that my house was on fire.
 
When I was a kid, we had no pickup, but an old Buick four-door instead. I was driving WAY before I was legal to do so because I had to take bales and grain to several different farms to feed the cows. We hauled bales and grain in the back seat and the trunk (that was perpetually open) and if we still needed another bale, we'd use the front seat. We also had a dog that had to go everywhere with us. He'd ride in the trunk or inside the car, it didn't matter as long as he got to go along. Well one day the car was full of buckets of grain and bales and there was no room for the dog. I had a light bulb go off inside my head, so I had the dog ride on TOP of the roof of the car. He loved it! Matter-of-fact, he wanted to jump up there on this particular car after that even if there was room inside the car. I met several other neighbors on the road that day and I could see that their eyes were as big as saucers. I drove pretty slow because I didn't want him to fall off. Obviously one of the neighbors told dad about it because I got a sermon from him several days later and he told me not to do it again. Hey, I was a young kid who didn't know any better.
 
I live in KY. and I think redneck is a realitive term, I had a drywall guy comming to remodel the bedroom, he says do you need a "pod" I said naw I'll take care of it. I backed the cattle trailer to the front door and left it for him to load now that is not redneck yet, when this guy never showed up for 3 mos. some neighbor puts a satelite dish on the trailer and told every other neighbor that I had added a room. Now that was REDNECK!
 
Along those lines, about ten years ago on the evening before the rifle deer season opened, a 5x5 buck was chasing several does around on our front lawn. I could have reached out the front door and popped him with my .45. (We live out in the country). The deer were attracted to our lawn 'cause it happened to be the last green stuff around.

I didn't see anything to get excited about the next morning when the season opened, so the next afternoon about 4pm I thought I'd see if that big sucker would show up again and climbed onto the roof of our house with my rifle.

Normally, maybe four vehicles per hour pass our house, but just during that hour or so I was sitting on top of the house with my rifle I swear half the county drove past, and I'm still trying to live it down. The buck never did show.

A local mortician who goes to our church was one of them. For several years, every time I'd see him he'd give me a hard time all over again. Then someone tipped me off that the mortician has a swivel office chair in his favorite tree stand so that kinda leveled the field.
 
Discing the back 40 and mother nature calls ---- NO paper, not even a greasy rag.

Only hope was some weed leaves.

Folks, I'm here to tell you, DON'T use leaves from the Velvet Leaf plant ! ( Some people call 'em Piemockers. )

Seemed like the right thing to do as them leaves are soft as a horses' nose.

But there is a powerful somethun on them leaves that WILL set you on fire .
 
put 10 bull calves in a volswagon bug ,tied ther feet together sliped them in a feed sack with ther heads sticking out stacked them on top of each other,didnt hurt a 1 ,had a friend once who got drunk put a truck tire in the bed of a pickup set it on fire and was driving up and down the road flames going 10 ft in the air,though it wonld be scary on holoween nite, got a trip to jail,fire dept,saved the truck, played with some plasting cord one nite ,lost a small building ,
 
Baling hay with my Sons in Law. Storm comin, no lights. I am on the sidehill above them with the PU headlights, one SIL driving tractor, other SIL on the hood with a flashlight, STAYING ON BY HOOKING HIS SPURS UNDER THE FRAME. WD-45, NH 268 baler HEY WE BEAT THE STORM !!!!!!!!
 
I have always driven old pickups, even when going back and forth to college making long trips. One day the throttle cable broke on my 82 Ford pickup (just like the 80 I have now but much more raggedy). I hooked a piece of telephone wire to the carburetor and ran it through the firewall. I then tied a loop around it so I could work it with a wrist motion. It had a column shifter so I'd rotate my wrist, rev it up, and shift. I drove it like that for a few days till the part came in. Another time I had a 74 Ford with an automatic and a 352 out of a 65 model. The pipe cleaner that held the shift rod let go one rainy night when I was picking up my now-wife at a private college in Raleigh and the neutral switch didn't work, so I crawled under it, pushed it to park, clicked it down to reverse, cranked it up and backed out. I cut it off, got back under it, clicked it down to drive, cranked it up and went on. Another time I had clutch linkage problems with the 82 Ford in the middle of Raleigh so I cranked it in gear at the bottom of an exit ramp and shifted it without the clutch till I got home and fixed it.
 
Money is tight right now and wife is on a cookie baking spree. She wants a stand mixer as the tough cookie dough hurts her arm and the mixer she has isn"t powerfull enough. So I get told to help first couple batches weren"t bad but got old so I go get my craftsman 1/2" drill and mix it that way
 
Pulling a JD 95 combine down the road backwards with a tractor hitched to a car dolly, The combine rear wheels were attached to the car dolly.
 
(quoted from post at 15:43:04 12/21/12) Discing the back 40 and mother nature calls ---- NO paper, not even a greasy rag.

Only hope was some weed leaves.

Folks, I'm here to tell you, DON'T use leaves from the Velvet Leaf plant ! ( Some people call 'em Piemockers. )

Seemed like the right thing to do as them leaves are soft as a horses' nose.

But there is a powerful somethun on them leaves that WILL set you on fire .
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That's pretty funny. When we moved on the farmin MN from NJ I had to learn plants and such in the local area. dad showed me one he called "sting weed". Couple of months later in early fall me and a couple of friends were doing to camp near our duck blind. One of the guys had forgotten and important items....TP! He ask what to do and I pointed out some sting weed and told him to use that (not telling him I had plenty of TP)......was in the early 70's......he still will not talk to me!

Rick
 
Wasn't me but I pulled into the local gas station couple months back and theres the fire cheif cleaning the windows on his pick up. Redneck thing about it he was cleaning the insides. To me that REDNECK. Rocko.
 
I know a guy that goes out in the dead of winter and poaches deer,,then dumps them under the yard light south of his house :? :? :? :?

Then when the coyotes come up in the middle of the night to feast on the deer he just sticks his rifle out the window and gets rid of them also 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)
 
72 Dodge pickup, freeway Minneapolis, heavy traffic and wet sloppy winter roads. Burned out wiper motor so tied rope through both wing windows and ran her manually as needed 190 miles back up North to home. Got some real pitty looks from the Mercedes class.
 
Knock at the door, about 1 in the morning- Extremely large Washington State Trooper asking if we have any "black and white" calves. Well, yeah, we do, so what's the problem? Seems that they have escaped (hunter cut the fence so he could conveniently park inside the field), now they're out by Interstate 5, and other Troopers have them corralled.

Wouldn't ya know, Mom and Dad are out of town, and have left me (age 12) and Herman (hired man) in charge.

Me and Herman try to get the IH truck started, no luck (in retrospect, should have pull started the truck with the Hudson- but presence of large and agitated Trooper kind of pushed the situation to the next level, without benefit of a calm assessment of the alternatives). So we go out in his '46 Hudson business coupe (no back seat), and end up hauling them home, 2 at a time, with me back there with them, to keep them from leaping over the seat on top of him. Took about 10 trips, and the Troopers were noticeably testy and smelly (and sun was coming up) by the time we got done.

Cleanup the next morning was fairly straightforward- just flood the area with water until most of the chunks were out. Herman should have been outraged, but was not- which suited me fine.
 
We didn't have a pickup either, just a '29 Chey car with the back cut off and a wooden body on it. The dog we had at the time loved to ride on the hood.He wasn't to good about coming when called so my father would rattle the crank in the front and the dog would come running, expecting a ride.
 
Neighbor was burning a couple of old tires when he remembered he had the skinned caress of a raccoon in the bed of his truck that was overdue for cremation so he tossed it onto the burning tires. His wife wandered by and said "If you were a real redneck you"d pull that coon out of the fire and eat it". Yea, that would be a REAL redneck.
 
I cleaned out a pole barn of old sq.bales . Most all the bales were busted and I ended up with a beater full of twine like your buddy and did the samething but I headed for home about 6-7 mile away . Got alot of strange looks and folks pointing thinking I did not know it was on fire . When I was a kid we had no truck so several times we would take sheep to the salebarn in the back of our 57 chevy wagon . We would tie there feet together and I set back there with them to hold down any of them that got to kicking .
 
I probably have many, but since other people have posted some different ways they have hunted, I thought I would share this story of mine. This all took place around 30 years ago or more. I used to mow the lawn for my parents most of the time in summer. We had a nice Simplicity lawn tractor. We had around 1-1.5 acres of lawn to mow. We always had those stupid striped ground rats (gophers) that dug tunnels under the lawn. Of course they wouldn't come out so you could shoot them when it was quiet outside. So I learned that when mowing lawn these little rats weren't to scared of the mower and I could get within about 10 feet or so of them to shoot them. So one day I decided to take dad's 12 gauge along while I was mowing. WOW! That was a blast! I could shoot gophers until they were all gone or I ran out of ammo or lawn. Whichever came first. You should have seen the mailman drive by when he seen me mowing with a shotgun! I bet the thought this must be a rough neighborhood that you have to carry a shotgun while mowing! LMAO now. It wasn't a rough neighborhood at all. I killed many gophers for many years like that. Heck my dad thought it was a good way to get rid of the ground rats too!
Kow Farmer
Kurt
 
My Mom thought there were too many squirrels in the back yard so she would shoot them with a shotgun from a kitchen window.
 
Father in law in one of the finest hotels in Mo't'., got jealous cause I was in this huge pool. Had no trunks so he took a big white towel and put it on with about a dozen big safety pins. It fell off in the pool. He didn't even blush. Guess he wasn.t recognized. Dave
 
Father in law in one of the finest hotels in Mo't'., got jealous cause I was in this huge pool. Had no trunks so he took a big white towel and put it on with about a dozen big safety pins. It fell off in the pool. He didn't even blush. Guess he wasn.t recognized. Dave
 
I convinced my cousin to jump off the roof of a barn. With a tractor umbrella. He jumped umbrella folded up. He hit the ground broke a leg. I got my rear end tore up. Momma and aunt were not happy.
 
not mine but may be the ultimate. my mom, now 87, tells of a neighbor back in the late fifties. at Christmas mom would make a real fruit cake with candied fruit, raisins, pecans and butter or oleo margarine. our neighbor lady, who was nutty as a fruitcake made one with mother's recipe one year. one day the neighbor came to our house and asked mom if the fruitcake was supposed to be spicy hot of course the answer was no and upon further questioning, the neighbor admitted to using sausage drippings for the oleo margarine.
today many, many years later mom is still with us, my wife and i now make the fruit cake and every year we laugh about the sausage drippings.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.
 
Not something I actually did, but along the lines of the lines of Jeff Foxworthy's "You might be a redneck if....." my most recent was the other week. Had told our 9 year old daughter she was getting one big gift for Christmas and asked her what she wanted. Her reply was a gun. So, she got a Rossi Youth matched set with a .22 and 410 interchangable barrels. The other night we were in Walmart and my wife said Taylor had also asked for, "Night vision". What she described was a real set of night vision goggles. Seems she saw the ones the antelopes are wearing on the GEICO commercial and thought they were cool. So, when your 9 year old DAUGHTER askes for a gun, and night vision for Christmas....You might be a redneck (family)...

As far as things I've done personally, I personally don't really consider it my my most redneck moment but about 18 years ago I was given an old bus to use for storage. I bought several different colors of green and tan paint and gave it a camoflage paint job. When my sister saw it her exact words were "Now that's the most redneck thing I've ever seen you do.". Several weeks later she came over to the house and I asked her where my bus was. She stood in the drive and looked for 5 minutes before I showed her where I had parked it in amongst a cedar thicket. Told her that was exactly why it was camoflagued....
 
One of my favorites - Not long after my wife and I were married, my neighbor asked me if I'd help him put a new linoleum in his kitchen. Sure - I needed to learn how to do stuff like that. A few hours later he called and said he was ready. We took a tape measure and got the overall length of the kitchen, then we marked the length on the cardboard tube (with the linoleum still inside), laid it across the back steps and sawed it off with a hand saw, just like you'd saw off a piece of firewood. Pulled it out of the tube, carried it into the kitchen, and gave it a kick to unroll it. "Fits like a glove", he said. His wife was pleased - grinning from ear to ear. Ten minutes tops and we were done with that project.
 
Can't think of anything I personally did, though my neighbor probbly can.

Back in the mid-sixties a farmer who lived south of me a few miles went to town on saturday morning and bought a new Mercury, drove it to the sale barn, bought a couple of calves, threw them in the back seat and took them home. This fella was well off financially but he didn't look like it. Jim
 
We had a 66 Chev bus with no motor or trans. I took out the drivers window and put in an attic fan with some wire behind the seat and used it to brood chickens for several years until about 2 years ago. It had some mobile home steps up to the back door and one day the guy that helps us opened the door on a rainy day and a hawk flew into his chest. It scared him and he fell flat of his back on the ground but didn't get hurt. I had some windows open a little for ventilation but it must have been too far open. At least it was a good use for a Chevrolet.
 
I was 17 and had a date, I was putting an automatic in the old Dodge replacing the three on the tree. On the date I would open the hood, grab the shifting cable and count 123= drive 12345=reverse. Young mans down fall, cars and a cute girl.
 
I don't know about redneck, up north here we call this cowboy ingenuity. I guess this would be a cowboy canoe.
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1953 IHC WD9, Cab 1954 IHC pickup. Pickup heater fan in top of cab. Back door off of a old packard car. Up dated to a 836, 3688, and then a 7110. Life was good.
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The old VW bug caught on fire, standing there watching it burn when I got inspired and shook up a can of beer and sprayed it on the engine, yep put a carburetor fire out with a Pabst. One day while loading my sister's horse for county fair my mom breaks her finger,a now we have two destinations Dad,the truck/trailer and horse to the fair, Mom to the Doctor's/hospital to get the finger taken care off. She can't drive their Pinto (the gear shift lever had fallen off and with the broken finger she didn't think she could reach through the floor to grab the stub to shift it) and the truck is headed to the fair. So I get stuck with their Pinto and she grabs my Bonneville convertible. Evening comes and they're still not back from the Fair, a buddy comes by announcing we're going into town to partake of 49 cent Whopper night at Burger King. Only after I agree I find out he doesn't have any gas in his car and I'm driving, we walk to the Pinto, he is appalled, I explain why, he figures it's embarrassing to be seen in this particular car, you see this Pinto was beyond rough, someone had riveted barn tin onto the doors, or what was left of them to conceal that there was no Ford sheet metal left on the bottom 4-6" of each door, the driver's latch froze so we took a splitting maul to beat back the body far enough to cut the latch peg, you "latched" the door by using a stretchy strap hooked between the right upper seat belt mount and the hole on the door where the lock plunger used to be. Hunger overtakes him and against our better judgement we head to the big city. Needed some gas so we pulled into a Little Freeway station (full serve at a self serve price) You should of seen the look on the face of the pump jockey 'cause my friend is playing with the detached gear shift lever while the gas is getting pumped. We eat our whoppers and head home. Part of the way home the rear view mirror falls off the windshield, the triple chrome plated fully illuminated accessory gauge cluster falls off the bottom of the dashboard and finally the exhaust system comes loose from the front, can't drive 'cause we're afraid of doing the pole vault thing or ruining the exhaust system to where it can't be bolted back on, which would really make my Dad mad. We find a piece of binder twine on the edge of the road, tie it to the loose end of the exhaust system, my friend leans out the window, I hand him the twine and we limp home, him hanging out the window holding the exhaust pipe up off the ground, unfortunately the parents beat us home and witnessed our arrival. Boy did I get chewed out for "abusing" my dad's car. I think I should of only got half a chewing out 'cause there was only about half a car involved.
 
Well I have had many redneck moments. Here are a couple of them:

1) I had only been farming two years and decided to raise some soybeans. I needed to store them until after the first of the year as the price was a dollar a bushel more. Up to then I had only raised corn and picked it. So all I had was round wire corn cribs to hold my grain. Money was real tight too. I did have a bunch of straw we had baled. So I stacked straw around the inside of one of the corn cribs. I was using a chain elevator to put the soybeans into the crib. So I pulled a wagon load of straw next to the elevator. I was inside the crib stacking the bales while the wife was unloading the soybeans. When ever the soybeans got close to the top of a row of bales the wife would run up straw bales instead of soybeans. I bet half the neighbors drove by several times trying to figure out what we where doing. It worked and we got over 800 bushels in the crib. So that was $800 more income. I did wrap plastic around the outside to keep the straw dry. I used it for bedding.

2) I was raising a lot of hogs at the time. I needed a way to haul them around. Pickups where high priced and big cars where not. So I bought a Ford LTD station wagon for $500. I took all the back seats and interior out of it. I took a 3/4 piece of plywood and made a wall behind the front seats. I found some old wrecked grocery carts. I cut pieces out of them to cover the windows on the inside. So in the summer you could roll down the windows and the hogs could not get out. I took the rear tailgate/door off and made a steel stock gate out of a couple of farrowing grate sides. I made a small loading chute that we hauled on the luggage rack on the top. We could haul ten fat hogs to town in it. We used that old station wagon for 4-5 years. It hauled every hog we bought or sold during that time. We got a lot of funny looks. Now remember this was in the early 1980s. No one had heard of kid car seats. My kids loved to ride in the back of the old station wagon with the windows down. They would squeal like real pigs if we happened to stop at a stop sign or light where other cars would be around. LOL That really got people looking.

Those are about the only two I will admit to actually doing. I have done many more but I will plead the 5th on anything to do with any of them. LMAO.
 
I could type for a long time.

Digging a water line trench to the house with an M Farmall and a middle buster. The ruts in the yard lasted for years.

I believe 3 dollar gas is too good for a lawnmower, so the last couple of years I"ve run a temporary hot wire around the house and turn the cows on it. Mow, weedeat and fertilize in one operation. Had people stopping to take photos.
 
Elderly neighbor had a kitchen window that swung out sideways, like a door- if he saw a pheasant out there, he'd grab his shotgun, swing the window out, and shoot. Kinda had to be all in one motion. One day, his timing was a little off, and he managed to shoot the kitchen faucet off, and put a hole through the wall in the process. Needless to say, his wife was a little testy for awhile.
 
About 10 yrs ago at Portland, IN tractor show I bent over to look at a price tag of an item on the ground. The butt of my britches ripped out. I found a vendor selling duct tape amoung other things. Bought a roll and had my woman tape it shut. Worked fine that way.
 
When my brother and I were very young, our family rented a house that had a dried-up hog pond out in the field next door. We managed to construct a small dam to gather water after a good rain.

The first time it really filled up the pond to a depth of about two feet. We surmised that we had a good thing going if we only had a boat. We improvised by borrowing our mother's best washtub and dragging it out to the "lake". The only problem was whether or not it would be seaworthy. Being of good common redneck sense, we decided to send it out for a test run before we dared risk it.

However, a test run is no good without a test pilot. We convinced our little sister to volunteer for the boatride of her life. The test was a failure. Upon capsizing the boat, little sister found out just how DEEP years of hogwallowing mud and pig fertilizer can be!

Final scene was me dragging the dirty, stinking "boat" back to the house and my brother dragging the dirty, stinking, screaming little sister behind me. (I was impressed that a six-year old could retain that many curse words in such a little brain!)

After recuperating from the corporal punishment, big brother and I immensely enjoyed retelling the adventure at every family reunion. To this day, however, little sister has never seen the humor of it at all.
 
my best (or worst) moment would be picking up road killed squirrels in the winter to feed the cats, a bag of cat food is expensive!
 
(quoted from post at 15:10:47 12/21/12) rather than wire brush my chimney on my fireplace about once or twice a winter i get a real hot fire going with the insert doors shut and then open them wide open--black smoke and sparks, flames and creosote chunks shoot out and make the sky black for a few minutes. Not worried as i built the chimney myself and between the flue, sand filled space, and 8 inch concrete block it is really contained from the framing. But i have been reported a couple of times to the FD that my house was on fire.
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You have the right idea there, only thing is you are supposed to do it daily.
 
Back when we got our first goats, we had to haul them 175 from my wife's dad's place in Missouri, to our farm in Nebraska. Not knowing we were gonna haul goats, we had no stock racks with us. We ended up putting two old bed springs in the bed of the pickup, put the goats in between, then pulling the springs together at the back. We got LOTS of odd looks - especially when we drove through MCDonalds on the way home.

One day, I decided to go to town. I had to fill my wife's Taurus, so I hopped in it. I met several people on the gravel road, then the highwayinto town. Several people in town also pointed, waved and honked. When I got to the stop sign at the town square, I found out why: The stupid barn cats had apparently decided to go to town, too. When I stopped, she came sliding down the windshield.

The first thing we built when we got the place was an outhouse. It stood out like a sore thumb on top of a bald hill. My brother begged me to "put a chimney or antennae on it" so people were asking him what it was. I told him to tell them it was what it was - an outhouse, and tell them such. Of course, me being me - I wrapped the thing in Pink Owens-Corning housewrap, so it practically glowed in the dark....

A couple of years ago, our Jersey milk cow gave us a nice, gentle heifer. I started her training early, and had her on a leash at only 3 days old. From then on, she was hooked. I used to get honks, waves, and laughs when people would see me walking my "dog" down the road.

Brother wasn't REAL impressed about the dog, either.....
 
When I bought my Jeep ('49 CJ-3A), the steering had been totally modified. I think it came out of a 1980 Camaro or something. The PO did that to get power steering, and also the original parts had too much play in them. 215 years later, the idler arm in that steering design wore out. The PO "repaired" it with baling wire--to keep the arm on the mount.
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The first thing I did with the Jeep was pull out all steering components between the pitman arm and the wheels, and replace them with parts that didn't look out of place on a Jeep. A simple drag link and tie rod system, with no idlers, leaving the power steering in place. (Not original on a '49 Jeep, but what you'd find on most Jeeps from a few decades later.) Unfortunately, I neglected to adequately torque the big nut holding the pitman arm onto the power steering unit when I reassembled everything.

Thankfully, the Jeep doesn't go on roads, or above 10 mph, so when the nut fell off, I was on a trail on my property, and no harm was done. But how to get it back to the cabin for repair? Simple: run the winch line under the pitman and hook on to some some suspension component, and tighten it up just enough to hold it in place:
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-Paul
 
(quoted from post at 19:43:04 12/21/12) Discing the back 40 and mother nature calls ---- NO paper, not even a greasy rag.

Only hope was some weed leaves.

Folks, I'm here to tell you, DON'T use leaves from the Velvet Leaf plant ! ( Some people call 'em Piemockers. )

Seemed like the right thing to do as them leaves are soft as a horses' nose.

But there is a powerful somethun on them leaves that WILL set you on fire .
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That's what shirt pockets are for.
 
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