I know it’s getting near the end of the summer when the local fairs start up.
This is at the Hartford county 4H fair.
We call them doodle bugs.
I know it’s getting near the end of the summer when the local fairs start up.
This is at the Hartford county 4H fair.
We call them doodle bugs.
Makes a good case for a roll cage.
I was surprised there are no cast iron tractor weights hanging off that front bumper.
These are Class 2 machines. 7600 limit.
It does have weights up front.
Two machines got to 62000 lb and either broke or couldn’t pull . Most stopped at 57000 lb.
Lights and heavy machines tomorrow.
Horse draw tonight.
Horse pulls are wonderful events. I remember being at one in southern Wisconsin on a foggy evening where you could just make out the draft horses from the grandstand bleachers. We could hear the clevis pin drop signifying the start and hear the drivers urging their charges on,
Just writing this brings to mind one driver’s soft voice drifting in through the fog as he said “Bust your butt, bust your butt”
That evening we watched a pair of Percherons driven by an octogenarian walk away with the trophy.as though the weighted sled was of no consequence. At another horse pull we saw the same team and driver quit after the first pull of only 10 feet. The driver shrugged and said the team was not interested in working that night. He took them back to the show barn.
One of the gentlest of competitions.
Bill
While riding an old tractor in a wheelie looks nuts, the people on the horse pulling teams are flat crazy.
I get nervous no matter how many times I see it
That click launches the dancing horses.
Jim:
Dancing horses ??
The teams I have seen work in unison. If they don’t they don’t get very far as they are not working as a team. No pun intended. I admire those folks who keep calm around animals that out weigh them by a factor of 10 to 15. No sudden moves just careful and slow.
I am not a horse person but I remember being at the Fryeburg Fair in Maine with my 3 year old granddaughter.as we walked through the horse barn. She was looking at the rear feet of a Clydesdale with little interest until her Dad picked her up and pointed to the horses head. The light in her eye lit up when she realized the two parts were all one animal.
Bill
Probably bad choice of words. The horses feet are not still, they are ready to go.
Years ago the Bud Clydesdales were in Lake George NY. For whatever reason, the driver invited my daughter and I for a ride for a short bit. The driver merely whispered to the horses and they responded. Awesome animals.