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Debbi in Missouri    Posted 05-15-2001 at 20:57:14       [Reply]  [Send Email]
I am interested in hearing old stories about plowing. Such as the technique, pitfalls from getting distracted ( crucked rows) etc...
I am giving a message about the use of the plow and relating it to our lives Spiritually and in our business world. Any comments would help and be appreciated.

Ole Cuss    Posted 05-17-2001 at 02:20:28       [Reply]  [No Email]

My favorite part of plowing was walking the fields afterwards to see what had been turned up. We usually found just mundane things like horseshoes, muleshoes, axeheads, bottles, and broken plowshares. Some Yankees from the 27th Indiana had made a winter camp just over the ridge from us in 1862, so I dreamed of finding Civil War relics, but all I ever found was a brass hook from a sabre belt. I've heard how, after the war, farmers would have to plow around the graves of soldiers who had been buried where they fell; in time, the hastily made wooden grave markers would rot or be moved, so occasionally a plow would turn up some poor fellow's remains. A neighbor once plowed up a neat old .22 Favorite rifle, all in one piece but the wood very soft. He impregnated it with hardener, scaled the rusty crud off the metal parts, and it became a nice wall hanger and conversation piece.

Dave in Mo    Posted 05-16-2001 at 09:31:32       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Deb, search the archives at this site for an article written by our buddy Zane Sherman about the time he was plowing as a boy and was entertained by a fox.

Alvin    Posted 05-16-2001 at 07:15:12       [Reply]  [No Email]
When my grandpa got his first tractor[ about 1916-18] he started plowing in a field that had stones, with a trip stone hitch, seems he got sick of climbing off the tractor to pick up the trip rope every time the plow got unhitched, so as he being a very intellent German and a way of finding a solution to any problem, he tied the rope around his body, figuring the problem solved, it was untill he hit a stone, got pulled off the tractor, got the rope tight on his body, did some talking to himself to get rope untied, run like h*** to catch tractor before it went thru line fence. Didn't think it being very funny even years later..
Oh he did come from Germany in 1886, thru Galveston Tx at 14 years old, left a 7 year old brother in Paris Tx, where he than stayed.

Hogman    Posted 05-16-2001 at 04:48:55       [Reply]  [No Email]
Pitfalls? Plowing up a Yellow jacket nest. Hitting a stump or rock and having a clevis,tug or tree break while You have the lines tied off around Your back. Painful way to go over a plow,makes blue spots on the body.BTDT!!
The realy good part of plowing? Walkin bare footed in the furrow behind a good team,smelling harness leather, horse sweat and new turned earth. I'd love to do it just one more time befor I die.

coaltrain    Posted 05-16-2001 at 19:59:12       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Hay hog man how about mules and how far are you from ne okla?

Hogman    Posted 05-18-2001 at 02:18:46       [Reply]  [No Email]
Nothin wrong with mules,worked a fine team of em for a fellow back in 41. I'm in the S/E corner of Taney Co Mo.

Salmoneye    Posted 05-16-2001 at 04:28:40       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Just learning due to a misspent youth.
Still can't get straight lines.
God Bless Grandmas' set of disc harrows...

Lew Van Vliet    Posted 05-15-2001 at 21:39:49       [Reply]  [Send Email]
When my wife's brothers were learning to plow, their father had them plow in a field that could not be seen from the road until they learned to plow straight rows. Once their efforts met his approval, they were allowed to plow the fields near the road. By the time (1960) I appeared on the scene there was enough trained manpower already there so I was exempted from plowing. I did get to disk and pick stones though. I met my wife after one plowing season was over and we married and left the area after just the one year. In recent years I have helped a friend who farms on side hills and plows strips around the hill with a 4 bottom power offset rig to adjust for the slope. In this situation there are no straight furrows.

coaltrain    Posted 05-15-2001 at 21:14:22       [Reply]  [Send Email]
You mean like getting to ride the mare while daddy plows because you are to little to hold the handles and the mare's new foal follows closley and would some times reach up and nip your foot thinking you are keeping him from getting to nurse. Or walking behind the plow and picking up worms put in can to maybe go fishing for a little bit before chores.

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