A warm weather picture to get me by until Spring. Making hay at my Grandfather's (on my Dad's side) 20+ years ago. He'd bale it during the day when he had time and drop them on the ground. Then we'd show up after school/work and bring the bales in. I'm driving the tractor, it was my first time driving. Probably 10 or 12 here. I literally replaced nobody. Before me, they just turned the tractor around at the end of the field, jumped off, and loaded bales until it got to the other end. Low gear of course. The running gear from the wagon was built from a Ford Model T.
The Super C has a fast hitch, and they'd tighten the bolt on the wagon tongues so they'd stay in the air. You could back up to a wagon, lower the fast hitch to scoop up the tongue, and then drop a pin in from the seat. You'd get a run at the bank barn, don't loose your nerve and slow down or you wouldn't get the wagon over the hump and into the barn. Then you turned just before you drove out the front doors. Wagon and tractor both would fit then. After unloading, pull the pin and drift the wagon out.
My brother and Grandfather are on the wagon, Dad and an uncle are loading bales. Grandma is unseen, probably in the house making homemade lemonade and a pie. I can smell the hay, feel the warmth, and taste the pie (and lemon pulp) now as I sit here typing this. Miss those days.
The super C is still on the farm. I told my Uncle to let me know whenever it's time to sell it.
The Super C has a fast hitch, and they'd tighten the bolt on the wagon tongues so they'd stay in the air. You could back up to a wagon, lower the fast hitch to scoop up the tongue, and then drop a pin in from the seat. You'd get a run at the bank barn, don't loose your nerve and slow down or you wouldn't get the wagon over the hump and into the barn. Then you turned just before you drove out the front doors. Wagon and tractor both would fit then. After unloading, pull the pin and drift the wagon out.
My brother and Grandfather are on the wagon, Dad and an uncle are loading bales. Grandma is unseen, probably in the house making homemade lemonade and a pie. I can smell the hay, feel the warmth, and taste the pie (and lemon pulp) now as I sit here typing this. Miss those days.
The super C is still on the farm. I told my Uncle to let me know whenever it's time to sell it.