Hoobie
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Started mowing with bushog in 1976 on the Ford 9n father had on the farm. Was mowing corn stalks one day when I felt my right sneaker slip forward of the foot peg. A minute or two later my foot felt wet. Blood was soaking through the sneaker. A fractured piece of rock had been driven into my foot. Hard to believe that could happen.
The pto on the old 9n was driven off the transmission so when shoving the clutch to stop the momentum from the spinning bushog would push the tractor another 20 feet or so. So stopping required planning ahead. Dangerous really. And I had never heard of an overrun clutch.
Was mowing an abandoned property that a neighbour asked me. At that point I hadn't learned to say no.
Heavy tall stuff..couldn't see ahead but he assured me all was flat and clean
. Felt something bad happening, shoved clutch, and the hog momentum pushed me onto a short half rotten 16 inch firewood pile. And there I was ...tractor turtled on its belly with no traction to get off. I think that is about when I learned to say no.
The pto on the old 9n was driven off the transmission so when shoving the clutch to stop the momentum from the spinning bushog would push the tractor another 20 feet or so. So stopping required planning ahead. Dangerous really. And I had never heard of an overrun clutch.
Was mowing an abandoned property that a neighbour asked me. At that point I hadn't learned to say no.

