Combines Embarassing Moment on the Farm

[dakota]

A truck driver arrived in the field. While waiting for his load early in the morning, he needed to answer mother natures call. He decided to walk aroung the truck an unwrap in between the drive tires. As he lowered himself to the ground, he discovered a rattle snake peering at his nuts. Shocked and startled he jumped up and rushed around the truck to safety. The rattle snake was about as disturbed and tried to flee to safety, too ... to the other side of the truck.

 

[dakota]

One morning a custom harvest crew was waiting for the milo to dry up a little. While they were waiting, Bob had to go and answer mother natures call. A little bit later, the boss decided to fire up the combine and try it. Bob wasn't found at the time. While going down the field with his combine, gathering the milo plants, the boss noticed a very tall milo head right in front of the header waving at him. Bob very much appreciated his boss stopping the combine.

 

[big_orange]

Hit a skunk with drive tire while combining corn,didn't stop to check for injuries(smile),but saw it jumping around when checking the mirrors,about 2 rounds later I think I hit the same skunk,needless to say the machine shed smelled good next morning.

 

[Bigsky]

I've got many "memorable" moments from harvesting. One that I'll never forget, is one time we hired a custom cutter to cut alongside with us in some land we had rented from the local Indian Reserve. We were picking up wheat that was windrowed near a village in the reserve. Near the edge of the field, near the village...one of the custom guys picked up an old saddle that was dropped in the windrow...either by kids...or whoever. Well the darn thing plugged up that old 8820 solid. The leather wrapped around the cylinder tighter than heck. Well after awhile of cutting and unplugging...the operator pulls out the horn of the saddle. Just as he gets the combine running..a horse trots into the field. We all laugh at the operator on the radio....saying the horse is looking for its saddle. Well that was 20 years ago, and once in awhile I run into the operator...and we laugh at the incident. He still has the horn of the saddle as a sovounier.

 

[Bigsky]

I've got many "memorable" moments from harvesting. One that I'll never forget, is one time we hired a custom cutter to cut alongside with us in some land we had rented from the local Indian Reserve. We were picking up wheat that was windrowed near a village in the reserve. Near the edge of the field, near the village...one of the custom guys picked up an old saddle that was dropped in the windrow...either by kids...or whoever. Well the darn thing plugged up that old 8820 solid. The leather wrapped around the cylinder tighter than heck. Well after awhile of cutting and unplugging...the operator pulls out the horn of the saddle. Just as he gets the combine running..a horse trots into the field. We all laugh at the operator on the radio....saying the horse is looking for its saddle. Well that was 20 years ago, and once in awhile I run into the operator...and we laugh at the incident. He still has the horn of the saddle as a sovounier.

 

[Bigsky]

I've got many "memorable" moments from harvesting. One that I'll never forget, is one time we hired a custom cutter to cut alongside with us in some land we had rented from the local Indian Reserve. We were picking up wheat that was windrowed near a village in the reserve. Near the edge of the field, near the village...one of the custom guys picked up an old saddle that was dropped in the windrow...either by kids...or whoever. Well the darn thing plugged up that old 8820 solid. The leather wrapped around the cylinder tighter than heck. Well after awhile of cutting and unplugging...the operator pulls out the horn of the saddle. Just as he gets the combine running..a horse trots into the field. We all laugh at the operator on the radio....saying the horse is looking for its saddle. Well that was 20 years ago, and once in awhile I run into the operator...and we laugh at the incident. He still has the horn of the saddle as a sovounier.

 

[Rooster]

A friend of mine, who is a determined hobby farmer, draft horses and all, decided to spread manure one day, with one of his late model antique manure spreaders. With two high horsepower Belgians hitched and ready for action they got excited_spooked and began to operate in road gear while spreading. The auger blades were operating so quickly that the is back fed, throwing crap all over the driver...more back feeding than going our the rear.

 

[Rig]

I am not going to get into how it happened but if any of you have taken an ammonia shot to the crotch you know what I am talking about. The safety water supply will be exhausted no matter where you are or who is watching.

 

[Unit_2]

I don't know if this story is embarrassing but it sure was funny at the time and it cost a custom harvest crew a good night's sleep. When my dad started custom harvesting in the late fifties we did not pull campers along to sleep in. We didn't even stay in motels. We slept any place we could like in the back of a truck, under a truck, in a farmers barn, or in a train box car. You get the idea, we realy didn't care where we slept as long as we could sleep. We were cutting at Billings Oklahoma a little town just North East of Enid. After the first day of cutting when we had the last truck unloaded at the elevator my dad asked the elevator manager if he thought it would be okay if we slept in some box cars that were parked on the side track by the elevator. The manager said that would be just fine and he assured us that they would not be moved. About two in the morning the train came to town and blew the whistle right beside us and woke everyone up. For several minutes it was stopping and backing, hooking and unhooking cars. My dad said, "I sure hope they don't hook unto this car". About that time, "Bang!" Another box car slammed into the one we were in. My Dad yelled, "Here we go boys let's get out of here"! You never saw boys get up so fast and start pitching bedrolls, jeans, shirts, shorts, socks, and boots and shoes out of a box car that was on the move. Fortunately they only moved the car 20 or 30 yards down the track to make room for more cars. After that rude awakening some of the crew slept the rest of the night in the security of the pick-up cab and some of us felt that the box car was still a good place to sleep. Sure does make you appreciate the campers and mobile homes most of us custom harvesters take along these days.

 

[rock]

When I was a kid a storm blew up fast after combining wheat and we had a hopper full on our Gleaner E with the auger out. My father yelled at the hired man to get that Combine in the shed. The rest was history. Combine went in fine ....auger not! It really makes a dull thud sound. look on my Fathers face ...priceless! My brother is very skittish at night. He finished plowing one night and pulled the plow into an old abandoned barn we used occasionaly. He remembered when he left that afternoon to plow there were no old straw bales down. When he pulled in around 1 a.m. he noticed a straw bale down. He wide eyed got off and walked out the barn but ran into the land wheel on the plow.We had never had a land wheel on any other plows until this year. He was sure the boogie man had him. He said he was running so fast he passed his truck to go home and had to run back to get it. We still laugh about that after all these years.