This beauty was buried in a tree row with a tree growing up in the middle of it.
My husband had his heart set on it the moment he saw it.
Dad said it had sat in that tree row for about fifty years and tried to convince Randy it would be froze up and nothing would turn after that man years.
One evening while Randy had his Dad’s help they drug it out of the tree row and to everyone’s surprise everything broke free and turned on the ol’ girl.
They used reclaimed wood that was thrown away from a fence that had blown down at Grandma’s last spring.
Randy’s Dad oiled the wood.
And within a couple of days it was all but ready to sling manure in our pasture. All Randy has into it is $8 for a couple of springs. It needs new/used tires, but for now they hold air until it is time to use it.