Stories that really happened

RBnSC

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About 40 years ago Dad was cutting wheat for another farmer I was there to help. When he finished one field I would drive the combine to the next and he would drive the truck and get back on and cut some more. The truck was an old single axle white tractor with an enclosed trailer that belonged to the farmer. Whenever he unloaded a hopper I had to shovel it to the front. Finally dad tells me to drive the truck to the far end the field. Man I'm excited I get to drive a tractor trailer. I get there and before I shut that big six cylinder off I revved it up a couple of times just to listen to it pop when it backed down. When I shut if off all I could hear was little crackle kind of like a fire, sure enough I had set the field on fire which immediately caught the truck on fire. Dad came flying over with the combine jumps in the truck trys to crank it up to drive out of the field,But its fludded and won't crank. He did find a little fire extinguisher and saved two tires and part of the cab. End of the day I was responsible for destroying a truck a trailer, a couple of hundred bushels of wheat, and about an acre or two that had not been cut. Dad turned 80 this year and I still haven't told him what really caused the fire. Anything like that ever happen to you?
Ron
 
If I was you some things are better left unsaid. Your dad may have a heart attack if you tell him that, besides you didnt mean to cause that fire. Was any of that stuff insured?
 
Once my boss told me to take his car to inspection.It was a Ford wagon with a 390 and a three speed Hurst shifter on the floor.After leaving the inspection staion I did a burnout and when I hit second the cutch pedal stayed on the floor.I got out and looked and the motor mount had broke allowing th cluth linkage to jump out of place.The motor had to be jacked up to fix it.I started his car in first gear with the starter lurching the car forward.I could upshift but not downshift.Made several lights but then hit traffic on a hill.After several more starts in gear I made it through traffic and back to the shop.I told my boss something just happened to the clutch down at the corner.Meanwhile I had driven far with no clutch.He made the machinist stay late and change his motor mount.He was a real nice guy and I always felt bad about lying to him.Taught me to never beat on someone elses equipment anyhow.At least there was no fire.
 
We had a old cow that made it a point in the summer time to crap on the walkway as she headed to the pasture. We let each cow out as she was done milking. My brother was waiting out side as she never had any hurry to her, and smaked her in the head with a 2 x 4. She dropped down dead on the spot. I decided we had all been in on the gig and it would be worse if we got no meat too boot. So I ran to the house to get a knife to stick her with. As I made up my mind as to where to stand while cutting her throat she moved and eventualy got up and walked slowley to the pasture.

My dad never ever hit a cow regardless, so he never will know unless he looking down from heaven and see me typing this.

Always thought my youngest brother would spill the beans. He was the one we always threatened if he told on us. He didn't tell, but always had coments to mom and dad, like we weren't racing the tractors, we werent riding the calves like the rodeo dudes. We weren't smoking, and the better one --we werent throwing matches down the outhouse pit and caught the toilet paper on fire we all just need a drink of water to take outside to drink.
 
At first the guy said it wasn't but later we found out it was. I happen to be with Dad when the guy paid him He wasn't really happy about the whole thing and did not want to pay. This man was a big truck farmer and he a bunch of white trucks. He had a bus that passed our house every day right before dark carrying there laborers home you could hear that thing rattling for miles coming down that dirt road.
Ron
 
First off this was all at the age of 17.The first pulling tractor I ever had was an 80's YAMAHA, yes YAMAHA 5700 yard tractor 18 horse v twin. First off I had done alot of body work/painting to it to reduce weight, not a single soul believes me it is a yamaha anymore lol. well, it came from the factory with a hydro rearend. i pullled it in milltown without the hood and some tiny dual stacks i made, and some crappy fourwheeler tires on the back and did horrible, people laughed lol. well, i put some new very aggressive mud tires with 100 pounds of calcium chloride in each of the rear tires on the back, replaced the stacks with 3 inch anc chrome turn pipes...in sounded like a friggin truck with dual straight pipe on it. we test pulled our tahoe up a 8% grade in neutral and it did it! next year back in milltown, i was moving down the track heading for gold... and the rear end blew out...the wheels just stopped motor kept going. i got in last place, 3 ft behind just about everyone. it had been damaged by test pulling the tahoe.. everyone got a kick out of this again. Change of plans. i decided to kick the hydro. i wanted to put a 3 speed in the rearend, so i got one from jeffs in milltown (jeff is an awesome guy), i had talked to several people about it and they told me that it was impossible to put a geared in place of a hydro especially with a v twin. and that working as much as i had on a belt puller was a waste. Impossible? well i made some custom mounts for the 3 speed, took it apart, locked the differential (yes, 220 pounds of locked bear claw rear tires :O ) and found out the rear end was bad :) gears were crap. so i had to go get an industrial 3 speed rearand, build new mounts and locked that one as well. this one was good! built a homeade clutch system. it took me 55 hours or so of building clutch systems, tearing them down, and rebuilding until it actually worked. it wasn't easy. after i got the clutch right, the belt kept wanting to jump the rear flywheel, it was large but wasn't shallow. by the way, the v twin i had in this thing was a high rpm yamaha twin, designed for a hydro. in 3rd gear the lawnmower would go over 25 mph :O well, it was time to pull. i brought her to almelund this time, it had run PERFECTLY before hand, the first pull i was in 2nd gear pulling improved 800 moving 10+ mph when the belt broke. i had pulled too far for a re pull and placed last. I put a new belt on, and pulled 1000 pound improved, i started off, but pulling a wheely in the first pull twisted the frame, i moved about a foot and the belt jumped the pully and came off. by the way its not easy to get it back on.. a bunch of cocky guys on sidelines were yelling cmon! thats it???? so, i brought it home, the same day welded/reinforced the frame with about 100 pounds of steal cross braces. i brought a brand new pully with a deeper channel, cut the edges off the old pulley and welded them on the old one for even DEEPER grooves, and welded the thing on. i rebuilt the home made 4 pulley clutch again. AND THE FRIGGIN CARB WENT OUT. the fuel bowl bolt just tore out of the aluminum thread. the 500$ carb on this thing was now unfixable junk....!.... so i went up to the barn and pulled the carb off our 6800 yamaha and slapped it on ( i had to flush it, the thing hadnt been run in forever), it added two horsepower. and it all worked :) for once, since took the hydro out, it worked :) i was VERY HAPPY. well, i was driving around the yard, shut her off, tried re-starting it and the starter fried. Well, i went back out to that barn, pulled the started off the yamaha 6800 bolted it on and it was all good. I pull in almelund every year now, i never place anything less than first in 800 and 1000 pound improved. witht he smaller pulley on the rear, i pull around 15 mph in second gear and throw dirt about 7 ft in the air with the bear claws. milltown isn't even a question, i always win. moral of the story, stuff goes wrong, people are negative about things, and you going to be doubted often, but don't give up... if you want something to happen you can do it. if "experts" tell you what your trying to do can't be done it CAN. just try harder. I now have the meanest belt puller i have ever seen, and it whoops the pants of shaft driven cubs left and right.
 

There I was...Tied to the bed. Had motoroil smeared all over me.
She came in with a saddle and pair of jumper cables...... :roll: :roll: :shock:

Not really...but it was funny when Jeff foxworthy said it.


Dave
 
I need a spreadsheet to accomodate all the dunmb things I've done, you know - naked or not, drunk or not? combinations?
 
i had one of those stories happen today but with a happy ending though.i am plumbing up a woodsplitter to my mf-165 diesel i get it al ready for a test run hit the starter and she just clicks so i clean the battery terminals and she still clicks so i clean them again hoping maybe one was a little loose but she just still clicks.so i will just short it across the solenoid and see if it starts might just be the solenoidso i stick my screw driver in there and she fires right up.only thing i can think of is there must a been alittle oil laying around the starter area because when the little spark from my screw driver immediatly started a small fire that quickly spread to about 8in high and a foot long .so no problem i just grab my fire extinguisher off the back of my welding/service truck pull the trigger and guess what nothing so luckily it had been snowing alittle about an inch on the ground so i start packing the starter area with wet snow and finally got it out. luckily it was snowing because any water was 300 yards away down to the house and other barn could a lost her real easy today. RICK
 
30 yrs ago ,A guy I worked for told Me a story that was bothering him .When he was age 12 or so While his parents were in town , , He took the company 2 ton truck field hoppin , he and another kid nearly turned it over ,, but worse they blew a inside dual on a harrow they run over , And NEVER TOLD ANYONE !, Next day His Dad fired a Guy after the fella had a minor wreck when he lost control of the loaded truck, MY BOSS ,said He Knew He was the Cause , And felt bad that the guy was fired. And never spoke up to His Dad to accept the Blame and vindicate the man .
Myself When I was that age . I had Brought my Dads New 69 Ford truck up from the pasture , and My grinnin Dad said Just HEAD IT STRAIT to the barn ,being a shorty yet , when I stabbed my ft for the brake my ft punched the gas peddle.INSTEaD !. YEP ! RIGHT INTO THE WALL OF THE BARN WENT DADS NEW 69 fORD .. gOLLY i FELT HORRIBLE FOR dAD , And My Sibs rode Me like a new Clutch,
Like Everyonee , that lives and Learns , I got a bunch of Stories
 
I had an old truck when I was a teenager that was not quite road worthy yet and I was driving it around the farm while I was working the kinks out. It had a bad habit of backfiring when you changed gears and no pipe past the catalytic converter. I changed gears in a patch of brome straw and didn't realize I had set a fire till about 10 minutes later. We put it out with some pine tops and had a lot of laughs about it. I later put about 80,000 miles on that truck till it finally fell apart.
 
My F-up wasn't as bad as yours, but I still regret it 35 years later. I was running the combine, and as I pulled up to the truck to unload I was mortified to see that I had forgotten to shut off the auger after the last load. The Massey 510s had a pivoting auger that would run after you swung it back to its stowed position.

Our hired man who was driving the truck saw what happened, but he didn't tell my dad. He saw how upset I was, and he also knew my dad would be a helluva lot more upset than I was! As it turned out, I had the job the next year of tilling that field, so no one else saw that bright green strip of volunteer wheat down the field and back, the evidence of my crime.

Dad has been in the ground for over twenty years. As far as I know, he never found out.
 
It happened in early spring of 1979, my last year of high school in North Dakota. Dad, Grand Pa, my Uncle and older cousin were out of town. The hiefers were calving and I was suppose to watch them. One had been working on delivering for hours and she went down. It was a miserable day, cold. windy, freezing rain, mud. I worked with her for a while, got her back end pointing down hill, the feet and nose were showing,had the chains on its legs, I watched the cow and when she had contractions, I pulled. Nothing, I was worried about losing calf and cow. Went to get help, the only one I could find was my 16 year old brother. He is a guy that never liked physical labor, being uncomfortable, being dirty, things that bit or kicked, noisey machines and mostly, listening to anything I said (he still does). Grandpa always said never pull more that two men. My brother and I got out to the field and I told him what we were going to do and he said, no way, he was staying in the pickup. I start working on the cow again and it started to downpour, maby 30 degrees. My fingers were so numb, I couldn't hold the chain. So I tied a rope from the chains to the top of the grill guard on the front of the pickup. My plan was to snug up the rope and when she pushed I would sit on the rope. I told my brother, back up very very gently. The pickup was a 1975 Chevy 4 X 4 with a 400 and a 4 barrel carb. It was strong. I told my prother to back up and he stood on it, the 400 roared to life, all 4 tires were throwing mud at me and the cow, the rope got tight the grill guard bent straight foreward, (I worried that the cow would turn inside out or legs get torn off the calf) and the calf popped out like a cork out of a Champane bottle. The calf went skipping accross the prarie like a rock accross the water. They both made it. I got the cow up and then both in the barn. When dad got home he was sorta wild and wanted to know what happened to his trucks grill guard. I told him to talk to #2 son, it wasn't my doing.
 
Ditto here- You all know I'm never averse to telling a good story, but even after 45 years, ain't gonna tell this one. Gross negligence is gross negligence, I don't care how young you are.
 
This isn't really funny, but after reading it you'll understand why I will never forget it.

My first husband and I were living with his parents while he finished his masters degree. We bought a small aluminum boat and and about 10hp used outboard. We took it to the lake and got about 100 yds offshore when the motor died. He couldn't get it started. He pulled the plug wire, stuck a screwdriver in it and told me to hold it while he pulled the engine over. I got a pretty good jolt.

I was so mad if we had been closer to shore, I would have turned the boat over and swam back to shore. That's just one of many reasons why we aren't married anymore.

It's really not a funny story is it?
 
(quoted from post at 18:15:17 01/26/09) This isn't really funny, but after reading it you'll understand why I will never forget it.

My first husband and I were living with his parents while he finished his masters degree. We bought a small aluminum boat and and about 10hp used outboard. We took it to the lake and got about 100 yds offshore when the motor died. He couldn't get it started. He pulled the plug wire, stuck a screwdriver in it and told me to hold it while he pulled the engine over. I got a pretty good jolt.

I was so mad if we had been closer to shore, I would have turned the boat over and swam back to shore. That's just one of many reasons why we aren't married anymore.

It's really not a funny story is it?

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Wish I had been that creative with my EX wife......


Sorry. I meant to say;

OH, that was so mean!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks for the laugh.


Dave
 
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