PTO’s are world renowned for eating fingers and snapping arm bones…

(again———PTO does NOT stand for “paid time off”.)

If you just casually look at the attaching parts, you know this device has a potentially mean agenda…

The warning stickers all over it should be an indicator of potential trouble…

There’s just GOT to be an easier way of attaching the bush hog to the tractor………

………there’s just got to be…

I enlisted Paolo’s help this time.

It took us two (2) days to successfully attach that booger…

There’s got to be an easier way…

But we did finally did get it accomplished…

Paolo was bruised and sore……………

 

heh…..heh…..heh…..

(……….misery really does love company……….)

And so with the final snap of that obstinate pin into the PTO’s gears……………

…..away I went.

 

I didn’t have quite so many medium-sized rocks or downed/dead tree limbs to dispatch with loud clatters and screeches this time…

I took care of them succinctly during past mowings…

It was veritable smooth-sailing

I’ve gotten better at the swinging nuances of the turns…

It’s kind of a flow and a dance…

 

Okay, maybe that description is way too frilly and flowery and delicate to describe mowing with a tractor…

It IS a greasy bush hog after all…

But I have gotten better at utilizing the rear outward-swing of the bush hog when I’m turning corners with the tractor.

In the past, I just may have taken out some of the low wires of the electric fencing.

Or I might have loosened a number of fence posts with misjudged distances from tractor tire to fence post ratios…

I have learned (the hard way) not to touch the tractor’s frame when I’ve inadvertently run into the electric fencing.

But I am getting better.  There is a positive trend to this learning curve.

Tra!  La!