Back in Kentucky, I accidentally missed a turn and ended up on a wavy, one-lane road that just went on, and, on and on.... There were houses pretty regularly spaced apart, and three churches in this dozen miles I kept going on... It was Sunday and they each were holding services.
FINALLY, I see a sign telling me about the road. It says "No Outlet - Road Ends In Water." It was a public fishin' spot.
But, there was also this fine old tractor sitting on the side of the field.
I looked up the history on Farmall. I can't believe our first Farmall A was only five or six years old when we got it. It looked exactly the same when we sold it 40 years later.
Credit: jstan
Here it has the row cultivator on it. Before I was full growed I had 130 times the power I have now. Damn! It really has been all downhill.
Khanom,
I figured that is what you meant. I remember the first kubota I saw. The state of Mississippi bought boat load of them to mow the right of ways with. I had to get out of the car and look at one; maybe 1980 or so.
Here's a strange configuration for a tractor used in South Georgia to haul long leaf pine and cypress out of the bottoms:
My neighbor Loyde with his home made Doodle Bug. The rear end is a chopped down suburban. The front end and stearing box/ collum out of a toyota. the motor and tranny are a model T Ford. The hydralics run off of a dump truck power steering pump. the man is genius and a damn good neighbor.
wow, great stuff, both the photos and stories. Seems like a lot folks are back home for turkey day, back where there are tractors a plenty.
Been seeing about 100 tractor an hour out here in the land of big agriculture. Yesterday missed getting some shots of real cool ones with these tall (like 8 feet) super thin wheels that they use in rice fields, however when I went to snap a photo there was no photo card in my camera. Left it in the computer.
Did get this monster today, on its way to level a field for sugar cane planting.
Bucyrus Erie 22B in the dredge tailings at Merced Falls on Mike B's acreage. Used for scooping out "bass ponds' fed by in-season ditches. Not a bass man, myself. He's got the Merced River in his front yard for trout, WTF?
Quick pic of this workaday rig on the way to T-giving.
Also, just scored this in the sale corner of a local bookstore.
Envy at will.
Dale
(Khanom - sorry; I missed your Irving reference before; I had vague rememberances of reading about a logging tractor, but I was thinking something by Carolyn Chute. Good reminder to go back and re-read some Irving. Thanks!)
J Forensic Sci. 1993 Mar;38(2):359-64.
Autoerotic fatalities with power hydraulics.
O'Halloran RL, Dietz PE.
Source
Ventura County Medical Examiner Office, CA.
Abstract
We report two cases in which men used the hydraulic shovels on tractors to suspend themselves for masochistic sexual stimulation. One man developed a romantic attachment to a tractor, even giving it a name and writing poetry in its honor. He died accidentally while intentionally asphyxiating himself through suspension by the neck, leaving clues that he enjoyed perceptual distortions during asphyxiation. The other man engaged in sexual bondage and transvestic fetishism, but did not purposely asphyxiate himself. He died when accidentally pinned to the ground under a shovel after intentionally suspending himself by the ankles. We compare these cases with other autoerotic fatalities involving perceptual distortion, cross-dressing, machinery, and postural asphyxiation by chest compression.
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