Our old John Deere manure spreader. And I do mean old. It’s got a wooden box, and the paint is so faded it’s almost hard to tell it’s a Deere anymore.
It’s seen quite a bit of action this last week or so, and a few breakdowns as well. Nothing a little welding and a new used PTO knuckle wouldn’t fix, apparently. I don’t know much about it, only what I hear Matt telling people on the phone. People that know.
Being able to spread right here on our neighbor’s field helps speed up the process, as opposed to hauling it several miles down the road to my dad’s fields. Matt would really like a second tractor, so he doesn’t have to be hitching and unhitching all the time. Unfortunately that’s not in the budget.