Seeing you guys post about plowing makes me jealous. I miss the smell of the dirt turning. Reminded me of a story when I was a youngster still on the farm. This would have been in the mid to late 70's, on Dad's dairy and tobacco farm in northeast KY.
Dad had two plows, a JD 3X16 mounted and a 4X16 semi mounted. Every year it was a bit of a donnybrook to see which one of us would get hooked up to the 4 bottom first, as this obviously meant the 3 bottom was left for the other guy, and pulling four was of course so much more impressive. Dad had a 770 diesel and I had a 730 gas that I bought used as a junior in high school.
One year he didn't seem to be in a hurry to get the 4 bottom on his 770, so of course I hooked 'er up to my 730 and away I went.
THIRD gear as I remember, really making her work. Awhile later, here comes Dad, as this was one of the few times we were working the same field. Drops the plows in the ground, FOURTH gear, catches up with me in the furrow and is laughing hysterically. This is Kentucky tobacco ground with relatively short fields so most all plowing is done by plowing out the length of the field, picking up the plow as deadheading, or "sliding back" and going again. I would let him pass me as we were sliding back so about every second or third round I would have to let him pass me again on the deadhead and it would start all over again.
Good lesson for the kid that I've never forgotten, while something may look more impressive, don't be fooled. Look at the end result and see who is more impressive.
I hope you have enjoyed this story as much as I have enjoyed remembering it and thinking of Dad. He passed away in 2014. Great man.
Dad had two plows, a JD 3X16 mounted and a 4X16 semi mounted. Every year it was a bit of a donnybrook to see which one of us would get hooked up to the 4 bottom first, as this obviously meant the 3 bottom was left for the other guy, and pulling four was of course so much more impressive. Dad had a 770 diesel and I had a 730 gas that I bought used as a junior in high school.
One year he didn't seem to be in a hurry to get the 4 bottom on his 770, so of course I hooked 'er up to my 730 and away I went.
THIRD gear as I remember, really making her work. Awhile later, here comes Dad, as this was one of the few times we were working the same field. Drops the plows in the ground, FOURTH gear, catches up with me in the furrow and is laughing hysterically. This is Kentucky tobacco ground with relatively short fields so most all plowing is done by plowing out the length of the field, picking up the plow as deadheading, or "sliding back" and going again. I would let him pass me as we were sliding back so about every second or third round I would have to let him pass me again on the deadhead and it would start all over again.
Good lesson for the kid that I've never forgotten, while something may look more impressive, don't be fooled. Look at the end result and see who is more impressive.
I hope you have enjoyed this story as much as I have enjoyed remembering it and thinking of Dad. He passed away in 2014. Great man.