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When I was a kid hanging around Dad and grand-dad's business, a regular customer--a lay minister, we'll call him Brother Carl--came in with a special job. I got roped into helping Dad strip all the guards off the (#27?) mounted sicle bar mower on Brother Carl's Farmall M , so we could take the now-rather-horseshoe-shaped cutter bar over to our 60-ton hydraulic press and try to straighten it. After working on it most of the afternoon, we got it relatively straight...and for all the time the three of us had invested, grand-dad charged Brother Carl about $7.50... So just what happened to the cutter bar? Well, Brother Carl was out in the river bottom cutting hay, and his wife rang the dinner bell...and Brother Carl just kicked the PTO out of gear, shifted to at least 4th gear, and pinned that M's ears back as he headed for the house. Unfortunately for him, Brother Carl forgot to lift the cutter bar on the mower, and he also forgot about that big cedar tree at the gate! I guess he was just lucky he wasn't thrown off the tractor by the impact. And for his $7.50, Brother Carl made us promise not to tell anyone in his congregation...which we didn't.
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