BRENDAN, KENDELL - The old M out in the shop taught Me a lesson one afternoon back when I was about ten yrs old. Dad was combining with the SM-TA on the JD @25 combine on a nasty little 3-4 acre hillside way back next to the creek on the 80 acres They lived on for 34 yrs many years later. This patch was nothing but turns and uphill and down. Dad didn't want to pull the wagon with the tractor/combine to unload on the go so He had Me pull the wagon over to that place with the M. The whole patch was maybe going to make 150 bushels of oats, He could stop, I'd get under the unloading auger and then We could run along together unloading till the next corner.
Anyhow as the patch got smaller He could make a couple rounds before having to unload the grainbin on the combine. I decided I would stop at the highest point of that patch so I could watch Him, I slipped the transmission into neutral and parked with the brake locked on the left rear wheel.
What I didn't count on was the straw balling up under the left rear wheel and the half a load of oats pushing Me all the way down that steep little hill closer and closer and faster and faster towards the creek. After about a second I snapped the brake off and tried to stop but that straw was still like being on ice. The field leveled off far enough from the creek I had plenty of room to stop after I got away from the loose straw.
Dad never said a word until that night after chores when We were walking to the house from the cattle lot. He simply said "Did You learn something this afternoon?" I assured Him I did!
Anyhow as the patch got smaller He could make a couple rounds before having to unload the grainbin on the combine. I decided I would stop at the highest point of that patch so I could watch Him, I slipped the transmission into neutral and parked with the brake locked on the left rear wheel.
What I didn't count on was the straw balling up under the left rear wheel and the half a load of oats pushing Me all the way down that steep little hill closer and closer and faster and faster towards the creek. After about a second I snapped the brake off and tried to stop but that straw was still like being on ice. The field leveled off far enough from the creek I had plenty of room to stop after I got away from the loose straw.
Dad never said a word until that night after chores when We were walking to the house from the cattle lot. He simply said "Did You learn something this afternoon?" I assured Him I did!