RBnSC
Well-known Member
Monday we went to the farm and picked the last wagon of ear corn we had room for the rest we will combine (waiting for the price to go up). When finished I went to bush hog a food plot that has been to wet to get in to. I am about half way through when I realize I am running about half throttle and a gear lower than the tractor would comfortably pull. I find myself going from one place to another satisfied to idle along. Used to be that you could never go fast enough. I remember as a child riding one time with my Grandfather across the swamp to disc what we called the pea field and thinking I want to get off and walk cause I'll get home faster. I don't know when it happened as I just started noticing it. I suppose I Might be getting old.
Ron
Ron