My friend and I were out in Ohio a few months back, visiting one of our favorite tractor graveyards.
I was kneeling down, up to my elbows in grease, pulling a gear off an old john deere B when I felt something tugging on my collar, blowing warm moist air down my neck.
Praying to all that is holy that it wasn't my buddy - I turned my head and was nose to nose with this freaky eyed guy.
Amazing how high one can jump from a kneeling position.
I couldn't get rid of the stupid thing. He kept sneaking back up on me knocking all my tools over.
I kinda grew to like him by the end of the day.
I was kneeling down, up to my elbows in grease, pulling a gear off an old john deere B when I felt something tugging on my collar, blowing warm moist air down my neck.
Praying to all that is holy that it wasn't my buddy - I turned my head and was nose to nose with this freaky eyed guy.
Amazing how high one can jump from a kneeling position.
I couldn't get rid of the stupid thing. He kept sneaking back up on me knocking all my tools over.
I kinda grew to like him by the end of the day.