notjustair
Well-known Member
Reading a post about older engines got me thinking - what were some of the things that you did as a kid that would push OSHA buttons? I'm not talking now. I do lots as an adult that I probably shouldn't on the farm. I'm talking as a kid when the equipment was less than stellar. Here's what I posted on that thread:
When I was about 8 my new job for several years was running the grain cart and augering into the bins. Our auger had an OLD Briggs engine on it. It looked huge but I think it was just one if the big old 8 horse units. Wind the rope, pull, and pray.
The problem was the engine was up about five foot off the ground. Might as well have been a mile for me. I would stand on a bucket and turn on the gas and wind the rope then jump off that bucket pulling the rope with me. At least twice a day that rope knot would clobber the top of my head. I would get on the tractor and start augering watching that thing like a hawk. If it ever died and I didn't catch it I was dead meat! When it was done I shut off the gas and went back to the field. I can't even tell you if that motor had a kill switch on it. I wouldn't have been able to reach it. That auger had no guards and I was the only one on the farm if there would have been a pto incident. I was running the grain-o-Vator cart with an old Farmall H.
It would either be that or when I had to put an extension ladder in the loader of the tractor so dad could raise me up high enough to top out a tree. I was probably 14 by then, though.
Oh, or maybe chaining the riding mower into the loader and trimming the evergreen hedge. That was nice.
When I was about 8 my new job for several years was running the grain cart and augering into the bins. Our auger had an OLD Briggs engine on it. It looked huge but I think it was just one if the big old 8 horse units. Wind the rope, pull, and pray.
The problem was the engine was up about five foot off the ground. Might as well have been a mile for me. I would stand on a bucket and turn on the gas and wind the rope then jump off that bucket pulling the rope with me. At least twice a day that rope knot would clobber the top of my head. I would get on the tractor and start augering watching that thing like a hawk. If it ever died and I didn't catch it I was dead meat! When it was done I shut off the gas and went back to the field. I can't even tell you if that motor had a kill switch on it. I wouldn't have been able to reach it. That auger had no guards and I was the only one on the farm if there would have been a pto incident. I was running the grain-o-Vator cart with an old Farmall H.
It would either be that or when I had to put an extension ladder in the loader of the tractor so dad could raise me up high enough to top out a tree. I was probably 14 by then, though.
Oh, or maybe chaining the riding mower into the loader and trimming the evergreen hedge. That was nice.