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Here's a copy of an old post from a first time bushhogger: Originally posted by Nolan:
Posted by Nolan on March 31, 1999 at 06:48:25: The weekend is but a memory. The scrapes and cuts are healing, though I still look like I tried to have s(ex) with an angry blender. And I'm getting to where I can walk without those stiff muscle jerks and grunts. I never bushhoged before in my life, and you all didn't warn me enough about it! Shesh. I had a raspberry cane come whipping across my face slicing my eyelid. I had a tree manage to jam not only my brakes but my clutch as well. And that was in the first few minutes. Then things got really entertaining. The bruises on my legs and back where the hog would occassionally throw things at
me are turning a very pretty yellow. It's truly exciting when you enter into that big rose bush only to have it wrap itself around the pto shaft and beat you senseless with it's thorny carcass. Or that tree that tied itself around the tractor's wheel and clunked me on the skull with it's root ball instead of going into the hog where it could be thrown at me in smaller pieces. And lets not forget that exciting feeling as you turn on the slope only to have the hog catch on something and try to pull the tractor over on its side. I survived. The place looks *much* better. We're ready for the orchard plants to arrive. And I sure did learn a whole lot! I'm a pretty wild fella in many peoples opinion. But even I will have to suggest to novices of bush hogging, take it easy! The job's a whole lot hairier then I imagined.
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