After we got Robert's corn cut, we went over and tried Boyd's sunflowers, which were too wet, and the milo on Thompson's, which was too wet. So the next day we got to work on a nagging combine problem. These levers are used to adjust the chaffer, which, along with the sieve underneath clean the grain. Different grains need different adjustments.
Problem is, the lever on the right developed a crack, which made it very difficult to make adjustments without breaking the whole thing off.
So I pulled the whole lever assembly out so dad could fix it. This involved some pretty good stretching. Note the chaffer on top, the sieve under that, and the return auger trough under that.
Dad welded a washer onto the lever, which fixed it right up. Except that I dropped my wrench in the process. Into the return auger trough.
The wrench did not want to come out. And I couldn't get it with my trusty magnet retriever either. It was apparently just laying flat on the bottom of the trough where it was safe from the auger and the magnet.
I don't remember whose idea this was, but I ended up dropping this paper towel wad down on the far side of the auger trough to flush the wrench out.
It (almost) worked perfectly.
Labels: Farmin', Stupidity, Wilderness Survival