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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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,