Oil Pan Bolts

It lists four bolts that are 1 1/2 inches long and fourteen that are 7/8 inches long.

Where do the 1 1/2 inch ones go?

JimB

Sticking that nail in the holes kind of wore me out. I think Ill take the rest of the night off.

TW

Sometimes I wonder why I pay you the BIG BUCKS. For the good advise I guess?

Yep, no match but a nail works too. You got the line of three holes in the front and back of the pan and the long ones go on the outside ones.

Got back from the Massey Ferguson place where we had the front end loader being worked on. Because the Mexicans kept useing it when two little bushings were wore out it will cost an extra $600 to get new rods for the bucket cause the seals wont seal. They dont care tho it aint their money.

I used wooden matches or the pipe to measure everything. Over the years there has been more fun poked at my pipe, and attempted tricks on me. Got out of truck one day, leaving 3 teenage farm workers to wait. Those industrious young lads emptied the pipe, filled it 3/4 with dead house flies, then put the pipe material back on top. The unsuspecting me came back to truck, started the engine, grabed my pipe, and immediately remembering it was burned out, thumped out the contents on the outside rear view mirror. As I did that a roar of laughter came out of one of the young lads. " I told you guys you should have put back fresh tobacco, and casually said we filled your pipe as we didn't want to drive all over road while he filled his pipe".

I carried those matches loose in my side trousers pocket. Had numerous in pocket fires over the years, even got 2nd degree burns once. I was under rear hitch and bale chamber of baler installing a new needle. Lying on my side and the bottom side pocket caught fire I couldn't get out quick, man did that burn a hole in my thigh. I didn't get a lot of sympathy at out patients either.

I was famous for using my pipe as a pointer. One day at a welding shop I was pointing out cracks in front end loader arms I wanted repaired. Finally the welding shop owner asked me how much cow manure I consumed in a year? I looked at him rather puzzled. He said, You've stuck the stem of that pipe in cow manure 6 times, putting the pipe back in your mouth each time. I doubt if it hurt me, that's the reason those Missouri guys are always on my case, they cant understand where I got my good complection. hahaha.

When I was a kid there were 3 steam powered saw mills within 2 miles of each other. One of the mill owners was also a farmer, and every haying season he'd shut the mill down for two weeks, and all hands went haying. One particular year they were short a horse at the farm to use on the dump rake. Back to the mill and got a 22 year old horse that had never been away from the mill yard since he was a colt. He had always worked a small wagon gathering up small orders of lumber, etc. Out on the farm the horse worked well until the 5 pm whistle blew at the neighboring mill. The horse went to the barn with rake and driver and stood there until they gave up and put him in for the night and fed him. Some of the workers declared, the horse just had a better union than they did

My Father owned my old Super A but it was my Uncles that gave me the most memories when it came to tractor stuff cept the time my father told me how to lay off a straight row.

Uncle Roy rolled his smokes from Prince Albert. Ya know, his shirt always had burns on his chest. He use to fill the flippo(?) lighter with gas. Dang, it sure made flames when he did too.

Uncle Lloyd use to chew Redman and had that can with the paper towls on his dash all the time. You talk about gooooo se.

This is EXACTLY why I work on the old tractor. I love the old memmories. I also do genealogy research. I think it all kind of fits in.

Carl did marry the daughter, but I'll bet he never chewed their tobacco again. He did go on to establish one of the best accounting firms in the area and was a true friend to farmers. I well remember he saved me $23,000. in taxes one year with the stroke of a pen. Believe me $23,000. was a lot of money in 1972. I asked Carl one time about his tobacco chewing experience. He said, " I should have known better, both Ralph and Stuart had a grin on their face, plus my wife to be had warned me what jokers they were".

Stuart farmed next door to the one room school I started school in. One day Stuart ran an electric fence along the school lot. I was about 11 year old at the time. We had this hateful 6 year old kid that had just started school. When the teacher let us out for recess, about 6 of us went out of line of teacher sight and behind woodshed, and proceeded to have a pee letting on we couldn't pee over the wire. Well, the hateful kid could do this, he'd just show us how it was done, you talk about the howling and bawling when the pee hit the wire. As I recall the 6 of us got quite a lecture from the teacher. The hateful kid was not near as hateful after that, but he did have a high pitched voice all his life.

Heard another, old farmer and his teenage farmhand were walking a sow along a gravel side road to a neighbors for boar service. The old man walking behind the sow and the young lad on traffic side and using cains used in directing hogs for show. As they passed the first farm driveway 3 young ladies were walking, the old gentlwman turned slightly and tipped his hat speaking to the young ladies. In the instant he took his eyes off the sow, she stopped, causing him to walk almost straddle the sows rump, she braced her feet. He turned to the young lad saying, "Hang it all, why did that have to happen in the presence of those young ladies". This happened in the 30s and the young lad told me, the old gentleman was so embarased he went that evening and appologized to the young ladies and their parrents.