To the field that is. To mow the hay. AGAIN.
This is our haybine. I think it's pretty funny looking. It steers from the back wheels. That has already resulted in guys doing donuts in the fields. The names of these guys are protected for the blogger's health, but maybe for a million dollars I could be persuaded. Or for a new Dodge Charger, no, maybe a 6-speed 1-ton Dodge diesel. Yeah, that would definately do it.
Please note, Jason never, ever did a 360 in the haybine, ever.
So the front of the haybine is the mower part, and mows the hay.
You don't want to get any body part trapped in there. When you are picking rocks out of the bottom of the mower part thingy (technical, you like that??) you must always, always remember to shut that part of the haybine down. ALWAYS.
Jason's uncle, years ago, was operating a corn picker. He neglected to shut down the picker part when something got stuck in it, and has four less fingers today. It started taking his fingers, and when his tendons were stretching, he took his pocket knife out and cut them off right then and there. If he wouldn't have, he would have lost his arm, and his life. Farm machinery is no joke. It's down right scary sometimes. Like just 10 minutes ago, my 21 yr. old asked me for a loan for a motorcycle. He's serious too, so serious he's hunting down his dad on the haybine.
Pray for me, please?