I finally did it. Got my NH tractor stuck yesterday.
Pond is a couple of feet down thanks to this Texas drought. Thought it would be a good time to mow all those high weeds along the normal shoreline. I walked the area first to check for mud and found none. Bone dry almost right down to the water's edge. Except of course for the spot I hit about thirty minutes later.
Was backing down to the water with my Caroni flail and mowing up away from the water, scooting over to the side six feet and doing it again, etc. Was about halfway along the shore, looking good, when I found "the spot." A low area hidden by the tall weeds that I had not stepped in when I walked the area. Down she went.
Twenty minutes later she was out, thanks to the friendliest neighbor on the planet and his larger, heavier, R1 equipped JD. Who then spent the next thirty minutes showing me why his 12' wide rotary cutter is better than my little flail. Says because of how far back it is he can do the same job without getting his tractor tires so close to the water. I didn't say so, but he still would have hit "the spot." And I do admit 12' in one pass is a lot more attractive than 6', but my tractor isn't that big.
After that we popped a couple old stumps by taking overly large and sloppy bites with our loader buckets. Moved a bit of dirt from a higher area over to "the spot." Then I decided to call it a day as it was approaching eleventybillion degrees hot. He called me a wussy. Easy to say from an air conditioned cab! But he is a tougher, older geezer than me. I went to pick up the chain I had left on the ground in the sun, ouch!, and quickly dropped it to get my gloves. But before I had them on he was already winding it up telling me it wasn't that hot. Show off.
So we retired back across the street to his shaded swimming pool with a couple of cold drinks, chips and salsa. First time stuck. Feel like I'm in a special club now. Here's to fun tractorin' and good neighbors.
xtn
Pond is a couple of feet down thanks to this Texas drought. Thought it would be a good time to mow all those high weeds along the normal shoreline. I walked the area first to check for mud and found none. Bone dry almost right down to the water's edge. Except of course for the spot I hit about thirty minutes later.
Was backing down to the water with my Caroni flail and mowing up away from the water, scooting over to the side six feet and doing it again, etc. Was about halfway along the shore, looking good, when I found "the spot." A low area hidden by the tall weeds that I had not stepped in when I walked the area. Down she went.
Twenty minutes later she was out, thanks to the friendliest neighbor on the planet and his larger, heavier, R1 equipped JD. Who then spent the next thirty minutes showing me why his 12' wide rotary cutter is better than my little flail. Says because of how far back it is he can do the same job without getting his tractor tires so close to the water. I didn't say so, but he still would have hit "the spot." And I do admit 12' in one pass is a lot more attractive than 6', but my tractor isn't that big.
After that we popped a couple old stumps by taking overly large and sloppy bites with our loader buckets. Moved a bit of dirt from a higher area over to "the spot." Then I decided to call it a day as it was approaching eleventybillion degrees hot. He called me a wussy. Easy to say from an air conditioned cab! But he is a tougher, older geezer than me. I went to pick up the chain I had left on the ground in the sun, ouch!, and quickly dropped it to get my gloves. But before I had them on he was already winding it up telling me it wasn't that hot. Show off.
So we retired back across the street to his shaded swimming pool with a couple of cold drinks, chips and salsa. First time stuck. Feel like I'm in a special club now. Here's to fun tractorin' and good neighbors.
xtn
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