Back at it again. This time in Blackwell, OK. Wheat in Altus and Ashland was all zeroed out by insurance. Several Bridges being worked on and no one on our 4 man skeleton crew having been this way before resulted in a lot of down town sight seeing and a very roundabout route to our target, the elevator in Billings, OK. You know it bad when you leave from northern kansas, drive around on all four sides of your destination, and pull into town from the south.
After checking the settings on the 2 combines we brought down, we headed for the first field. I start roading mine to the field with another big guy in the buddy seat. And the A/C is doing nothing. Before we even make it 2 blocks we have the doors open and sweating something fierce. I mess around with it, resort to the telephone book sized manual, and proceed to call professional reinforcements, 2 hours out. Well the bossman isn't gonna let a combine sit for 2 hours when there's wheat to cut and a storm rolling in. And since combines are more something i work on than work he's gonna ride with me so i can't really balk at no A/C. To make things more interesting the seals for the reel in/out blew while he was hooking up the head, so the reel is all the way back in transport position. And then there was the vineweed. Never heard of it before yesterday, but it makes for some nasty combining. With reel only mildly functional, i was picking up a lot of vineweed to keep the wheat feeding onto the drapers. Spent most of my time trying not to plug the rotor and the engine hit 120% load more times than i really like to admit. If i'd been running a 7088 i'd still be out there digging out the rotor. After what felt like 5 hours, he took pity on me and sent me off to get the trucks. I would have gotten a picture of my boss running a brand new combine with the doors open, but after fighting vineweed, barely working reel and no A/C i was all too happy to do something else that involved air conditioning.
We managed 2 truckloads before a storm built up right on top of us. The proharvest guy was from Washington state was thoroughly fascinated by his first midwest thunderstorm. He took a little too long to decide he had enough pictures and was soaked through before he made it to his truck. We headed for the highway, but before we even hit the elevator, it had stopped raining so we turned around and headed back for the full truck. Wasn't raining the whole 2 miles back to the field so Roddy hopped out and eased on in to town low and slow style. We make it half of the 2 miles back to the elevator before we hit another deluge with some hail added in for cringe factor. The elevator guys were nice enough to stand in the rain and unload the truck so we could drop trailer and send it back for my grain cart. Roddy is sitting Waterville with my cart and orders to not come back without a combine operator. For the one i have in mind I suggested a bottle of crown and some zip ties.
Did i mention we're looking for help? Send me message if you're feeling adventurous.