NW32 Step 8; 9
So before the sprinkler(s) made it around to the spot in the field where they had stockpiled the manure, we had to go through with the ripper so as to break up the compaction caused by the loader and trucks running so much in one spot (which was pretty wet from having all that manure sitting on it for so long.) Luckily dad remembered beforehand that we needed to fix the ripper.







The fix on the ripper had taken the temper out of the steel, so the wheel bent out pretty badly upon initial use. Dad fixed it up with some wire though, and it worked perfectly.
Over east.

Labels: Farmin', Love Loby Disco, Wilderness Survival
1 Comments:
i always imagined overeast as one word... like northwest. And capitalized-- Overeast like Town.
8:52 AM, April 30, 2009
Post a Comment
<< Home