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Post by Jim on Oct 18, 2022 8:15:50 GMT
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Post by BuckSkin on Oct 18, 2022 8:31:27 GMT
Top image is a homemade cut-off saw.
Court is still out on image #2.
#3 is a Road Grader.
#4 is a Buck Rake for dragging cut hay into piles for loading or stacking.
I will go into a lot more detail later, especially about the cut-off saw.
You definitely have some interesting equipment there for sure.
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Post by Jim on Oct 19, 2022 3:16:56 GMT
I will go into a lot more detail later, especially about the cut-off saw. Thanks, BuckSkin. Your familiarity with these is very impressive. |
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Post by BuckSkin on Oct 19, 2022 3:20:57 GMT
Cut-off Saw for cutting saw-mill slabs and pole wood into firewood lengths.
This machine is obviously homemade.
One thing that catches my eye is how it is impossible to mount the belt onto the engine pulley without dismantling the outer bearing bracket; this is a necessary evil as mounted through the clutch the way it is, the only support on the inboard end is the flywheel pilot bearing; it must have that big bearing on the outer end for support.
Also note how much smaller the blade pulley is as compared to the engine pulley; when the engine is at speed, the blade has to be absolutely singing.
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Post by Jim on Oct 19, 2022 6:27:27 GMT
Wow! Interesting details, BuckSkin. I never would have guessed its intended purpose and the only parts I recognized were the saw blade and wheels. |
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Post by BuckSkin on Oct 19, 2022 14:02:16 GMT
The farm I grew up on, our neighbor had a similar cut-off saw that attached to the tractor via the 3-point hitch and was powered via wide-belt from a belt-drive adapter on the PTO (Power Take Off).
He was an old Pacific Theater WWII veteran who had fought on almost every island campaign; he had more Japanese souvenirs than a museum,including several "Jap rifles" (7.7mm Arisaka --- crude bolt-action affairs with no provision for a safety); I don't know how in the world he made it back home with all that stuff.
Never married (although there were a constant string of married women and widows), he lived with his mother.
In her 90s, long silver hair past her knees, he would operate the rocking table, doing the actual sawing of the sawmill slab wood, and she would stand at the other side of the naked spinning blade, taking away the 18-inch pieces of stove-wood and tossing them into the pile.
Their only source of heat was wood and she cooked with wood as well on a huge wood-burning range, so it took a mountain of firewood and this sawing went on for days.
The old lady would stand there beside that naked spinning blade, long loose skirt-tails flopping around, and that thick ankle-length hair caught in the breeze and blowing dangerously close to that blade, juice from a big dip of Levi Garrett Snuff dripping from the corners of her mouth (pre-1976 = loaded with Cocaine), her hands almost touching the blade as she held the sticks of firewood as they came off the blade.
I can still remember the roar of the tractor engine, the constant high-pitched singing of the teeth of the fast-spinning blade, and the ZRZRZRZRZRZZZINNNGGGGG of the teeth eating through the wood and all of a sudden exiting the other side; a constant steady rhythm that went on for hours.
We all always expected at any minute for her long hair to get caught in the spinning blade and pull her into it, beheading her or splitting her head like a watermelon; the danger was there constantly, but it never happened.
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Post by Lillias on Oct 19, 2022 14:52:35 GMT
You have a wonderful way with words BuckSkin. |
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Post by BuckSkin on Oct 19, 2022 16:52:04 GMT
You have a wonderful way with words BuckSkin.
Thanks for the compliment.
I have found the raw, unadulterated truth to often be more amusing than fiction.
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Post by jackscrap on Oct 20, 2022 7:35:53 GMT
I have just read out your story to my husband, (a health and safety consultant), he says you can’t legislate for stupidity! Love your storytelling!
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