Interesting cab.
Really cool looking. I wish I could find one!Not much of anything on their history. Must be like Hupmobile where in and out with the Great Depression. Cool looking machines
Speaking of 56 Fords and excrement of one form or another.....back in high school I worked for an equine facility building pipe fence, fixing the tractors/trucks/trailers, baling hay and (cue the music) hauling manure. 56 Ford 2 ton with an dump bed. She was a contakerous old girl. I’d haul a couple loads a week and when you got down to the really composted black stuff it was not a pleasant smell.
When I first was assigned that task I effin HATED it! After awhile I got to liking it. Later in life I realized there was a lesson in that. No matter where you are on the ladder of life you’re gonna have to put up with $hit!! Sometimes multiple loads of it!
A good many of the valuable lessons I learned came from that place. KJM became quite a mentor and is a cherished friend to this day. The stories we could tell
Ok here’s one of my favorites. We went up by KC to deliver a horse. Coming back on 291 through Harrisonville there was this little pup wandering in traffic. We stopped, I jumped out and grabbed her. This lady in a van full of kids stopped and asked if I was going to take her. Without missing a beat I calmly replied “No ma’am I’m just getting her lined up so we can catch her with all the tires.”
Priceless![]()
Mine was a F-1 Flathead on a Fordamatic no less, trans was always screwed up, leaking. Had to love the later old Y blocks!!
I will see that and raise you twenty. I grew up on a Jersey dairy in the 60's we were milking 110 head on Surge vacuum buckets in a nine stall milk parlor. Start at 5 and finish at 9, 4 to 8
in the morning. Walked to a 6 room school with cow $hit on my jeans and boots. My dad made sure the three of us boy's had a shovel in our hand two minutes after we were born.
When their head is in the stanchion and nose is in the grain you watch for the tail going up {quick grab that scoop shovel and get it under their a$$ before it splatters on the concrete floor.
How many of you know what a Surcingle is?
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My grandfather ran a Cow/calf Beef operation. Breed 'em and and collect and sell the calves at weaning time about 800 head of nasty old range cows and 20 to 30 head of mixed up bulls. He had about 13,000 acres of leased rangeland on the west side of Banks Lake and we would spend 3 weeks rounding up and hauling them to the home place every year when the grass ran out. At least Dairy cows don't give you saddle sores. Sometimes we would be out for several days finding all the critters without a real bed. There were several old line shacks on the property and they were stocked up so we had food and a place to sleep. It was kind of cool looking back on it. One of the overnight spots was an abandoned 3 story barn with horse stalls on the ground floor, the next up was an open floor where we rolled out our beds, the third had a giant Great horned Owl that owned the hayloft.I will see that and raise you twenty. I grew up on a Jersey dairy in the 60's we were milking 110 head on Surge vacuum buckets in a nine stall milk parlor. Start at 5 and finish at 9, 4 to 8
in the morning. Walked to a 6 room school with cow $hit on my jeans and boots. My dad made sure the three of us boy's had a shovel in our hand two minutes after we were born.
When their head is in the stanchion and nose is in the grain you watch for the tail going up {quick grab that scoop shovel and get it under their a$$ before it splatters on the concrete floor.
How many of you know what a Surcingle is?
Truck Shop
Right on Junkyard, For milking it was a rubber fabric strap with brass eyelets and a 3/8 curved rod attached to the strap on one end with a hook on the other
that hooked through the brass eyelet, you hung the vacuum bucket on it. I screwed up one time in the barn which caused one of the cows to pull back in the stanchion and kicked my mom.
My dad grabbed a Surcingle and lashed me with it about five times, every six inches there were huge welts from the eyelets. Never forgot that I was about seven then.
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Up 'til 10 years ago I had a big Bay gelding, 3 white socks and a white blaze on his forehead, very cow smart and only needed knee steering. He was from of some of granddads stock, My grandfather bred cow horses from mostly Quarterhorse and a bit of thouroughbred. He did have a soft spot for abandoned Draft horses that led to some interesting results... Belgian and Quarterhorse mix will stop anything you can get a rope on and then drag them where ever you want. Kind of like roping off a D9 cat.That’s a great story. I’d have been all for that. Saddle sores and all! It’s been many years since I spent any considerable time on horseback.