Monday, September 28, 2009

We’re working our way, counter-clock wise, around forty acres or so of Old Iron.

I’m not exactly sure why I feel compelled to finish up this tour, anymore, I must say, I felt compelled to take it. It was a long walk.

We’ll do bits and pieces today, tomorrow we’ll look at the tractors.

Leaving the rock crushers I turned to relative open area. Survey from left to right said I’d start at the finish end of the progression – I use to read back flight clearances backwards also. It was only later I learned why I instinctively did so and the dispatchers accepted them in reverse. But that is another story.

020What’s going on here is the making of Fodder.

Shades of yesteryear. I’ve feed more mules chopped up corn stakes and leaves than I care to remember. We never had to manufacture the stuff, the neighbor would do that. But we used it.

This unit is powered by a FarmAll tractor just to the left via belt drive. In fact all the machines in the sequence will be powered so.

The lady takes the cut stalks from the pile behind her, puts them into the chipper and, Presto, Fodder.

022 I skipped the machine that takes the corn cobs from the husk, and got right down to the cob itself. The crowd was pretty thick around that and I didn’t wish to push.

This little fellow takes the kernels from the cob. The corn then becomes a grain, and the cobs go to the Fodder machine – yes, the mules willingly eat the cob pieces. So do cows. Though they do so reluctantly.

026 That small wheel just inboard of the main wheel is the belt drive on the tractor. Position the tractor, position the machine, put the tractor in drive neutral, engage the early system of power take off and get the job done.

I do have a story about those belt drives. It regards running a buzz saw from them. The blade cut from bottom to top. Another way of saying it: The blade in action turned under, then up. If one was not careful when cutting cord wood or medium sized pieces, getting one cattie-waumpus  would allow the up going blade to snatch the piece and throw it a hundred feet into the air.

About the only defense one had was sturdy cover, which explains why the user preferred to be very near the wood shed door. Or distance. Lots of distance, quickly. Until one heard the heavy thump of the piece grounding itself.

055What the Old Fellow here is doing, is making a flat straw broom from a round bundle of straw.

I failed to arrive in time for the start of his demonstration to a school group, and had to pick it up as he was inserting the final wedge to hold the construction.

056  He’s evened up the straw, bound it out of his way: loosely and has wrapped the lower end near his hands with two wraps of red twine, and is starting the through stitching with a double ended needle about six inches long. The stitching keeps the broom flat.

(Enough Old Iron. Done)


From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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2 Responses to Monday, September 28, 2009

  1. john says:

    Almost looks like a neighbors yard up the road, except the broom cutter. The broom factory in the neighboring town closed in the 30’s Good story and pic’s, thanks.

  2. Ten says:

    Thanks, John. And your welcome.

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