Harvest Memories....

[sumdumguy]

What a great thread Farmaholic. Harvest, in one way is like a Christmas, except here we open the field instead of ripping off the wrapping paper. Some years we get big yields, beautiful red plump wheat kernels, huge Laird Lentil- - pearls, malting barley, hundreds of heavy green bales but sometimes the Grinch flips us Fusarium, Ergot, skinny oats and moldy alfalfa. Whatever life throws at us, we will scribe it on our calendars and argue about this year for as long as we can remember, "don't give me that crap, you couldn't have not had but one rain from April until October - Impossible!"

Have another G****fruit Radler after turning off the last light.

[Westcentralsk]

I remember one harvest a few years back, had to shut down for the day as we lost autosteer due to large solar flares...yeah, could've old schooled it but who wants crooked lines going down the field?
Then there was the day one combine lost the ac compressor...talk about a sauna...at least you old guys without a cab had a breeze blowing threw you.

But all seriousness, I remember the days of riding with mom in the grain truck or falling asleep in the combine with dad, banging my head on the window as I would nod off. Then when I was 10, dad was in the hospital but we had canola that was ready. Had a JD 7720 with I believe it was called posi...had to jump partially off the seat to push the clutch in. Got myself worked into a corner by a slough and had to reverse it...jump on the clutch and twist that stupid gear shift. I was careful after that not to work myself into a corner again. Mom said the bin was full so jumped in the grain truck with her and moved the swing away auger into another hopper bin. When dad got back out he was surprised about the combining but couldn't get over how the auger got moved.

The good ole days of no stress.

[helmsdale]

Sitting on a 750 massey with no heater in October in a skidoo suit, toque, and winter boots...

Or how grandpa could have his afternoon naps sitting in the stubble with his back against the duals of the 3ton. Dad drove by with the combine and the wind had changed leaving him with a lap full of straw and chaff.

Was in high school and it was mid October with about 200 acres of heavy swaths to chew. Heavy snow forecast for two days out. Dad and I both did the mental math after hearing the weather report and figured if we ran the old girl around the clock and managed to stay free of breakdowns we could probably wind it through. Started the first day mid morning, shifted off through the first night, ran all day the next day on adrenaline, but that 2nd straight night was tough. Whoever was trucking could catch a few winks over the steering wheel between dumps. Both of us remember things going completely quiet for a few moments in the combine... Rolled full trucks, home to the yard with snowflakes falling the size of our hand. 54 straight hours. God help me I hope we never repeat that

[farmaholic]

Anyone on here remember seeing or helping with the stooking and threshing machine days?

Now that is going back a long way.

[sofa.king]

Love hearing these old stories thought a lot about them yesterday on the combine. It was 35 degrees yesterday and I couldn't imagine shovelling in an old dusty bin or combining without a cab. Farmers back then we're cut from a different cloth. My father says back then they thought they had it made compared to the guys from the thrashing machine days.

[fjlip]

Anyone on here remember seeing or helping with the stooking and threshing machine days?

Now that is going back a long way.

Oats was done on this farm in late 50's. I can remember the outfit, the binder, Mom and Dad stooking, too young to help.

[perfecho]

Going to make memories....in my effort to partially retire, have sold the air seeder and JD combine...the 30 acres I need for cattle development will now be handled by a 1960 468 Cockshutt combine that I just bought...runs like a sewing machine....my neighbor has restored their 1950 square baler with a Wisconsin engine on it...neighbors gave me a cockshutt steel wheeled drill (under shed) that will seed the 30 acres...this winter restoration begins on a Massey 30 and a JD Model R to haul some gravity flow wagons that were common back awhile...still have to find.
Need rims and grill for Massey 30, if anyone has a lead....

[AllisWD45]

Unloading on the go when the truck driver is eleven years old and can't see over the truck steering wheel, not to mention the fact that the gas was being pushed by one big toe. i was driving tractor for chucking bales when I was 7, and they still yelled at me when I drove over a bale or two. Drove that Allis Chalmers WD45 right into the hay stack. Bet you younguns never heard of an AC, not an air conditioner!

Sure do remember with a handle like mine. Grew up on a45 and now have a spanky fancy one just because. Pulled an 11ft MF #30pto swather with it
I was 12 when I first ran the 137 cockshutt. 40 bushel tank no power steering and gave her an oil change after each quarter. Moved up to a428. What an improvement and still have one in the collection that works like a charm Those were the days

[LEP]

I thought I knew most of the cockshutts, but 428 and 468 are new to me. I am guessing they are gas jobbies. I think it would be alot of fun running across 30 acres with one of those.

[AllisWD45]

I thought I knew most of the cockshutts, but 428 and 468 are new to me. I am guessing they are gas jobbies. I think it would be alot of fun running across 30 acres with one of those.

For fun the 428 still does 5 acres of oats every year. More than enough. But we used to do as much as 500 per year in the day. Never heard of a 468 but 137 was made for 2 years in the mid fifties and 428 to about 1963. They were 32 inch cylinder machines and 37 inch in walker
As far as fun we use the 428 at the of harvest and usually have a little party. Sometimes the 5 acres takes a while