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Kid is good.

My Uncle has been known to let the kids on the farm do way too much.

One year a guy was taking some soil samples and needed to ask a question, so as Big Blue was making a pass around the field, he stopped the tractor and was shocked to see a 9 year old driving it. When he asked where the kids Grandfather was, he was shocked to learn he was miles away. Big Blue is a 400 HP articulated tractor pulling a huge disc harrow. While the bigger the tractor, the easier it is to operate is a mantra that holds true, 9 is a little young for this tractor since it means some road travel to get from field to field. Folded up, the disc harrow is 17 feet wide and the tractor is 16 feet. Can you imagine a 9 year old going down the road with that!

Looks like a Chinaman. He's probably a transplant surgeon too. But they can't drive in the US I heard complaints that asians always scoot through doors in front of people in NYC, rude. Never thought much about it. I was in the farm store here, an asian lady scooted through the sliding doors in front of me. hahahah I bit my tongue. I was on my way out of there with some bok choy for a stir fry.

When I was 7 years old my cousin and I drove a Massey tractor every Saturday morning at an RV site to empty the toilet buckets at an RV site. Every weekday morning I was up at 5am and led the cows from the meadow through a tortuous 2 mile path to the dairy. When Oakleaf was leading it was easy until the goat took off into the rhododenron bushes and then there was chaos. Coming into the dairy was an issue as the drake would attack me, I was made redundant by the advent of electric milkers. I would then walk over a mile to school with Sandra who insisted on carrying my school bags. This taught me real early that women are the source of all the worlds problems....AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA - I slay myself.

Fred will tell you all this accounts for many things.

Growing up on my parents farm I was driving tractors two to three hundred horse power pulling large equipment like the one in the picture when I was about that age or a year or two earlier. Never gave it a second thought, it wasn't I could not handle the machinery or I was not mature enough, I did it because my help was needed, I was told to and I enjoyed the hard work and driving tractor. You pull your weight on the farm. When I owned my own dairy, working in the field with large tractors and equipment was still the best part. That was a few moons ago. Growing up I didn't have computers, computer games, neighbors, or a village in spitting distance from the farm. People drove slower and being out in the country on a country dirt road you didn't see much traffic and if you did have traffic, they respected the fact you had the right of way and you were working hard. Jumping ahead to when I owned my own dairy, I had tractors with GPS, on board computer monitoring and all the creature comforts of home at my finger tips.

So, yes I can imagine it happening, did it done it and it happens every day across the farm lands safely. Farm kids are a different breed. Just my two cents.

The snowman.