As soon as I finished my last post, Dad pulled the corn silage chopper to the shop. Knew that meant trouble. Dad & Josh were gonna chop 3 or 4 loads of green chop while I hauled the grain so we can blend green chop with what little is left of last year's silage till the silage corn is really ready to get into full tilt. The corn "snout" on the chopper as I call it came loose at it's rear, then the front dug into the ground & folded like a pretzel. Spent all afternoon beating & banging it back into shape with my bad shoulder. Luckily I'm right handed, and the bad shoulder is the left, so it just had to do the holding, which was bad enough. Bee stung right arm is just sore, so not too bad there. Then Josh said the old C65 he was hauling silage in with died & won't hit a lick. I go check that out & takes me 1 second with the key on to know it's out of gas. The electric fuel pump is so easy to know when it's not getting fuel just by the sound. Fuel gauge read 1/2 a tank, but you can never trust a gauge on a 35yr old truck. I sure wish Josh picked up on sounds/vibrations & the like....sure would make things easier sometimes. And if you wondered, yes, I'm grumpy as an old bear. But I have a cup of coffee now and chillin a bit. Then I need to do just a little mowing where are these tractors, wagons, and trucks have been parked, as the grass under had gotten high. I could do a LOT of mowing, but I'm not!
I had intended to load the GMC back up with a load of corn for delivery tomorrow early, but looking like an afternoon trip now. We'll finish the chopper repairs & load the truck in the morning.