Farmwithjunk
Super Member
Anyone who's spent much time bush hogging has no doubt hit SOMETHING in the weeds. Goes with the territory....
I've been finding out lately the same applies to tillers.
Till for other people and the odds multiply.
Add in for the "being a nice guy" factor and it get downright ugly.
Explanation; I promised to till a garden for a neighbor, and another for his dad. Both are with-in a 10 minute tractor ride from the house. No big deal. Supposedly there was a garden in both spots in previous years. Sounds like fun!
First stop, the neighbor. He wants a spot roughly 40' X 80' tilled. It WAS about 25' by 50' in the past. A little uncharted ground, but nothing appears out of place. I looked it over, and started tilling. 1/2-way through the second pass......POW.....bounce/bounce/bounce/bounce.....hit the clutch! Hmmmmmm. Nothing broken except my nerves.....I step down to see what "we" hit. Before I made it to see, I hear, "Oh yeah! I forgot! There used to be clothesline posts out here somewhere.....".
"We" hit a chunk of concrete w/2" iron pipe sticking out.
The REST of the garden was a non event, On to dads place.
This was a smaller garden, maybe 25' X 30'. All former garden ground. I asked specifically, "Anything in the ground I could hit?" I was assured there was NOTHING there. Onward and upward. About 1/2-way through the garden, something went crazy. No noise, but something wadding up around the tines.
"Oh yeah, we forgot to tell you about the landscape fabric that is buried in the garden..."
20 minutes with a pocket knife LATER.....I vowed NEVER to till another garden except mine so long as "we" shall live.
I've been finding out lately the same applies to tillers.
Till for other people and the odds multiply.
Add in for the "being a nice guy" factor and it get downright ugly.
Explanation; I promised to till a garden for a neighbor, and another for his dad. Both are with-in a 10 minute tractor ride from the house. No big deal. Supposedly there was a garden in both spots in previous years. Sounds like fun!
First stop, the neighbor. He wants a spot roughly 40' X 80' tilled. It WAS about 25' by 50' in the past. A little uncharted ground, but nothing appears out of place. I looked it over, and started tilling. 1/2-way through the second pass......POW.....bounce/bounce/bounce/bounce.....hit the clutch! Hmmmmmm. Nothing broken except my nerves.....I step down to see what "we" hit. Before I made it to see, I hear, "Oh yeah! I forgot! There used to be clothesline posts out here somewhere.....".
"We" hit a chunk of concrete w/2" iron pipe sticking out.
The REST of the garden was a non event, On to dads place.
This was a smaller garden, maybe 25' X 30'. All former garden ground. I asked specifically, "Anything in the ground I could hit?" I was assured there was NOTHING there. Onward and upward. About 1/2-way through the garden, something went crazy. No noise, but something wadding up around the tines.
"Oh yeah, we forgot to tell you about the landscape fabric that is buried in the garden..."
20 minutes with a pocket knife LATER.....I vowed NEVER to till another garden except mine so long as "we" shall live.