Today's Feature Accidently

John B.

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What did you do accidently while growing up that was either bad or costly and you didn't get in trouble for by your Mom or Dad?

What I did was. It was corn harvest and dad let me run his Gleaner "E" combine with out a cab. I thought it was the neatest thing then. When I got to the headland I made a right turn instead of a left turn, I heard a heck of a commotion and looked to my left and saw that the unloading auger had caught some tree limbs and ripped the auger off and the whole side of the hopper. My heart sank knowing I ruined dad's combine. Luckily it was only a half a round of corn in the hopper. But still much of it was laying on the ground. We drove it back to the shop and we were able to reattach the auger and installed some reinforcement metal around the base of the auger and around the brim of the hopper. It cost us a day and a half but we were up and running again. My dad never said one word to me but I can still see that look in his eyes not of disgust but the look of he knew that I knew what I did was bad.
That's all the punishment I needed. But the reward was working with him to get it back together. That meant more than anything to me.
 
The knot used to hang up in the bill hook on one knotter or Dads old Ford baler. He'd just stick a screwdriver in it,kick a little hay in the throat and the bale going back would pull the knot out. He wasn't here one day and I decided to bale some loose hay off the wagon in to some little short bales by tripping the knotter by hand. Well,the knot stuck after I'd hand tripped it,so I stuck a screwdriver in it,kicked a little hay in and it tied on it's own getting the screwdriver stuck in the knotter. Last time I saw that half of knotter it had layed out back in the junk for so long the wooden handle had rotted right off the screwdriver. There was no way that thing was ever coming out of there. Wasn't much he could say to me since he did it that way all the time.
 
I have a similar combine story. I spent a week at the farm in July 1995 to help Ernie run wheat. He had a JD4420 with a broken air conditioner. I was in the middle of the field across from my farmhouse. I forgot the unloading augur was out. I hit the only tree in that field and bent the tube. It was evening so we headed to the Deere dealership the next morning. They could not get one for several days so we ended up at Bryant, Indiana combine yard where we got a remanufactured one. We had it installed and back running by noon. Ernie's insurance paid for the replacement.
 
went to sleep one night with my "halo" on, kept the the whole family awake all night. and then there was the time with my "angel wings"; oh well, that's another story.
 
My Dad was pretty good at displaying his temper at times. The most outstanding incident in my memory was when I was sixteen and my class had a cook out one Friday evening after school at the home of one of the students. Dad let me drive the old 48 Plymouth, one of my friends had his sisters nearly new 55 Ford. We got kinda bored so we decided to go for a ride.This was on a dirt road and we decided to see how fast we could take this one particular curve. Well, my friend did very well, but when I hit the curve in the old Puddle Jumper she went into a skid and I over corrected and spun around in the road and slid into the ditch. Managed to get it out, but it had bent the rear axle at the very end and the wheel wobbled so bad that it rubbed the body. My friend drove me home to get Dad, my heart was really heavy with fear, but when Dad saw what had happened, he looked at me and chuckled and said, "Going a little it too fast weren't you?" We drove it home, replaced the rear axle with one from a junker and nothing else was ever said. I guess Dad figured that experience was the best teacher.
 
As a kid, Dad had just bought a new car, ordered direct from the factory, and it arrived in late March or so. It was Mom's pride and joy. It was about 2 weeks old and had less than 300 miles on it when we got a late season snow that left about 4 inches on everything, including the new car. A friend and I decided to "help" Mom by cleaning off her car. Went to the barn, got a garden hoe and proceeded to remove the snow. Luckily, Dad had a friend who was able to buff out 99% of the scratches! I never got punished but did get a nice long talk about not touching the car or tools without permission. Worst part was it was warm enough that the snow would've melted off in a couple hours.
 
That was only one car. When we were in high school one of my best friends worked for the local Olds dealer in town after school for a short time. Jake sent him out to clean the snow off the cars in the lot one time. He took an aluminum snow shovel to'em. Jimmy didn't work there too much longer after that.
 
What I did when I was young that was costely but I didn't get in trouble for was get MARRIED! :shock:

Rick
 
I almost burned our house down playing with matches when Mom and Dad were gone. The only thing that burned were the kitchen curtins, before I got the fire out. Not much was done when they got home. I made up some story, and got away with it. Stan
 
I bet he still made you change out the wood straw walker bearings by yourself. That's punishment enough.
Ron
 
They say experience is the best teacher, but it can be and often is, the most expensive. (I guess that's why they say that, because if it is costly, you ain't likely to make that mistake again!)
 
Does rolling daddy's new 61 Fury while drag racing count? He came to the sheriff's office to pick me up. took me to court later and paid my fine ($100) and never once mentioned it again. TDF
 
I have told this story before. Dad was cutting wheat for another farmer (Gleaner A2). The guy had a single axle White truck with an old closed trailer. The trailer had a door in the side and double doors in the back. I was shoveling the wheat to the front when He unloaded in the side door. Dad told Me to drive the old gas truck to the far end of the already cut field which I accomplished with no problem. But when I got there I was revving up the old six and listening to it back fire. When I shut it off is when heard a strange crackle and smelled smoke, I had set the straw on fire. I jumped back in but could not get the truck to crank. It burned, trailer burned, wheat burned, and part of the field burned. Dad never said anything to Me about it I am sure he figured there was nothing that could make me feel any worse.
Ron
 
Dad was replacing the windshield in an International single axle dump truck. My brother and climbed into the cab to play. Dad said to be sure and leave the door open when we get out. Well guess what I forgot to do - slammed the door and my dad's fingers were wrapped around the windshield post. He let out a yell, I opened the door and then took off running, went and hid for a couple of hours.
 
Assisted my two older brothers in the following:

Left the lights on in the car playing around and drained the battery,lit a field on fire,threw berries all over the milk storage tank building,made fun of a old maid that worked on the farm just to name a few.

Felt my fathers hand on my backside after all of these events and a good many others.


Vito
 
Dad bought a brand new '69 Chev pickup, brought it home like on a Wednesday. The following Friday night after a bunch of begging and making promises, he let me drive it to a school dance.
Got to "showing it off" to my buddies and backed square into a utility pole and crunched the whole back end something terrible.
Drove it home and told him what happened and he went and looked at it. I was expecting a heck of a butt busting. But all he did was look at the damage then looked at me with a really disappointing look on his face and walk back in the house.
That hurt me more than any whuppin' would've.
 
About the first year I drove truck in harvest, I went to pull up to the old Massey Super 26, got too close and hit the left end of the platform with the right corner of the truck box. It pushed the end of the platform ahead and put a kink in it which Dad and a neighbor were able to work out.
 
I was driving my dad"s 56 Pontiac in snow and got into heavier snow so pulled the gearshift down intending to put it into LO went too far and put it into Reverse, everything stopped real quick. The next summer dad had to put a nee transmission in that car.

Took a starters pistol to high school and shot it off outdoors, never got caught. Today I"d be in jail. And there is more........
 
In 7th grade blew up the principals mailbox with m80"s then a cole replacement mailboxes too. Stupid enough to talk about it and word gets around in a small town 3 of us got our asses whooped by our dads
 
Brother and I was about 5-6 years old. Dad came in out of the field for lunch. Said he was going to take a short nap and then go fill the WD9 with fuel. Dad knew something was wrong when he came out and the tractor was full. My brother and I had filled it for him. WATER in the Diesel tank.
 
I was plowing with a JD 70D with a 4 bottom plow. Well it was a new field and the rows were 1/2 mile. Pretty boring! Saw a hole a few passes over, forgot about it! Ran that 70 right into that hole, just fit the front wheels. Suddenly the motor revved up and the steering wheel jerked out of my hands. Like to never got that old tractor killed with the brakes. It broke the frame, and was on top of the radiator and the front wheels, the steering wheel was laying on the ground in front of the tractor. Never hurt me and I stayed on the seat. Had to walk a mile for help. Dad was just glad I wasn't hurt. Even when I told him I had seen the hole a few passes before. The good thing is he traded right then for a new 4010. I finished plowing that field with it. My son still has it. Vic
 
Chisel plowing for a neighbor with an 1800 MF 4 wheel drive, first round and trying to get real close to the edge to make it look clean, dead tree limb caught the stack and whipped into the windshield.

Driving to my grandma's on a gravel road with my brother and sister in my new Ranger pickup. Going to show them how my buddies and I learned to slide around those corners, caught a pothole and popped the tire off the bead. Got lucky and didn't roll my new pickup just had to change the tire and my shorts.
 
Back in about April of 1953 my folks were out for the evening. I was 15 and didn't have a license yet, but I took our '52 Ford F-3 pickup for a spin. Had a little disagreement with an end post but was able to get it home.

I had to tell Dad about it...he looked it over and said, "Well, I was going to buy you a new Ford hardtop for your birthday, but you just saved me $2,000".

It was never mentioned again as long as he lived.

Stan
 
I backed my Grand Dad's new pickup into a tree. That would have been in 1958 or 59. It bent the tailgate double. HE just took it off and straighten it. He slide a piece of pipe through the top to brace it some. It was that way until he scraped it out 25 years later.

He just told me to watch better the next time. He made me drive the truck the very next day so I would not be all afraid to drive it again. If that had been Dad's truck I would not have lived. He was a hot head about that kind of stuff when I was younger. He had to get older before he mellowed out. LOL.
 
We had combined a corn field that ran along the same road we lived on and Dad wanted me to plow under the stubble. It was very heavy stuff in one area and the plow was getting clogged frequently. I had the (not so) bright idea to just burn off that heavy section. I fired it up forgetting the wind that drove the fire down the row way past where I intended. I used the plow to make some crazy fire breaks and got it stopped. Dad came to check on me and never ask, never said a word about the burned up field. Brother gave me heck for it for a long time.
 

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