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I’ve already mentioned that tractors and their three point hitch assembly will pull things that’ll make your truck’s ball hitch weep. (You do have a truck don’t you? If not go get one.) Here’s a video of someone doing non-OSHA … Continue reading →

I hitched my brand new, 70 year old, plow to my equally old tractor. I felt like a stud. I attacked my field and everything worked perfectly. Ha ha ha. Haven’t I said that everything is harder than it looks? … Continue reading →

Go look at a 40 acre field and imagine going back and forth cutting one foot strips. Admit it, you can’t focus long enough to read my post without pausing to check Facebook and they plowed Kansans a foot at time. Talk about an iron will! It’s enough to make you weep in your latte. Continue reading →

A well made deer food plot will turn you into an epic hunter. Continue reading →

I’m going to spill lessons I learned about “amateur farming”. I’m not a “pro”. I may be wrong. I may lead you astray. This is the Internet, for all you know I’m a nine year old girl who lives in a Manhattan condo. Everyone is different and what works (or doesn’t) for me might not apply to you. You’re warned and if you act on my information good luck to you but you’ll probably screw up as badly as I have. Continue reading →

Tractors cost a metric shitton of money. That’s a problem! Farmers, like the Federal government, solve this conundrum by spending money they don’t have. Farmers take on the kind of debt that makes my teeth hurt. (The Federal Government is … Continue reading →

I’ve had a few people comment (privately) that folks who didn’t witness the tractor repair from hell have no idea why it’s taking me so long to plow a field. Therefore I’m listing some reference materials (in rough chronological order) … Continue reading →

Repeat after me: “God bless the internal combustion engine.” Continue reading →

Today I planted a couple dozen oak trees. A few might be ready for firewood sometime around my 100th birthday. Ideally a few lucky ones will live until roughly the year 2414. Continue reading →

I had my doubts. Strapping handlebars from a Huffy onto a Buick’s engine block seemed like While E. Coyote logic. Never mind the fact that the front was a 4′ woodchipper of doom mutilating everything in sight, it was getting dragged into the next county that worried me. Continue reading →