Oh the joys of haying a old pasture!!!

Three years ago hit another one in a new field. Mowed only about two inches into it. Broke the tongue and bent the push arms underneath. Was mowing again in about three hours, and it was 104 deg and six miles from the shop.

The next year my hay hand was mowing that field and he hit the same pole. I swore I had told him about it and he swore I only thought I would tell him. Same damage, 100 deg, had the pickup there and had the tongue back in and mowing in about two hours. Makes the tongue look pretty ragged.

Last year we broke the tongue again on a big root exposed where it had not been before and welded a new piece of tubing into the tongue so it does not look so bad. Even painted it this time.

Pulled out a rotten stump and a rock came with it. Broke two guards and three sections. My fault. He doesn't care if I mow it, it just seemed like a nice thing to do to help clean up where he was clearing.

It never fails to amaze me how the old timers clearing by hand cleared all the good land and left the rocky poor land uncleared. Now anything anybody around here tries to clear, you find out why it was not cleared 100 years ago.