Well, I spend my days sitting behind a desk at the courthouse, so before I croaked I went and bought an old house that sits on four acres. After restoring the house, I cleared about three acres of 30' high weeds, scrub pines and plants with two inch thorns I never saw before. After the woods (more like a jungle with a handful of trees) were cleared, I built a three-rail farm fence around two acres. Having no real tools for the job, I dug post holes with a clam-shell post hole digger (my blisters grew bigger than my fingers) and cut the rails with a chain saw I found at a Goodwill shop. The fence tooks months to build and a long time to paint black. We used my JD rider mower to cut the field down to about 4' high growth, which almost finished off the mower since it's not built for that sort of work. I wasn't either! My wife drove the mower while talking to her friends or watching TV on her cell phone while I walked ahead, slashing whatever was in the way with the old chain saw, sickle, machete and can of gas so I could burn out whatever I couldn't hack away. That process took about four months in 90 degree weather. It almost killed me as well as the JD. At that point I knew I needed a real tractor, so after reading about tractors for a few weeks (while the fields grew back to a foot high) I became fascinated by the old Farmalls. I found a retiring farmer selling off his equipment about 200 miles away and went and bought his 1960 Farmall Cub. He immediately knew I knew nothing about tractors when I asked for the key and where the brakes were. Worse, it took me about 15 minutes to figure out how to climb onto the deck where the metal pan seat was another 18' higher on top of some sort of spring. When he quit laughing at me, he showed me how to start the thing, how to operate the PTO, the hydraulics, and how to slide implements into the "fast hitch" (which with me doing it wasn't so fast). Of course, I took no notes and didn't remember anything he told me. He had so much fun goofing on me that after a while he invited his friends over and they all sat on lawn chairs drinking lemonade while laughing at me too. They said it beat watching TV. He had so much fun that he threw in a Mott flail mower, a plow, a disc, a cultivator, and a harrow (whatever that's for.) I've taken the tractor apart, put it back together (well most of it since I have a box of bolts and bent metal pieces I never found a place for), repainted it (Harvester Red), restored the old decals, and it looks like new. Problem is, I screwed up rewiring the harness I bought and it doesn't start. I really love this amazing machine but I'm backing to mowing two acres with my trusty JD. "Farming" is really fun but I'm glad I have a day job.