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6-5 is good size. But dont look like hes the biggest out there. Them some big boys
Yeah , he's squatting a bit, pics are misleading. He is the tallest on our team with 2 other boys at 6'4".

I'm just amazed at all the HS guys being so huge.

The big boys are the defense, the 6 footers are the point makers.
They are fun to watch, and I believe they could beat some of the college teams.

Jim
 
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This is a picture of a dear deceased friend of mine. He was a Captain in WWII, fighting the Germans. He and his squad had fought to capture the hill in this picture. On the hill was an abandoned home, and in the home was a complete tuxedo, with top hat and cane. He allowed all of him men to put on the tux and get their picture taken next to the big gun. His men insisted he get his picture taken also. The Captain, Jim, told me just as the picture of him was taken, the Germans made an attempt to retake the hill. Jim told me, “I can honestly say I spent part of the war fighting Germans while wearing a tuxedo. Notice he is wearing combat boots.
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I have to tell this… I was 5 or 6yrsold. We had an Allis Chalmers similar to these two. Right and left sides of the front cultivators work off a single shaft with a single hydraulic cylinder to raise or lower them.

Dad pulled the tractor into the shop with the cultivators raised. He put a block of wood underneath to hold them up and shut off the engine.

He began changing the plow feet. At some point the cultivators slipped off the wood block and landed on his foot. They pinned him. He couldn’t lift all that steel or reach the tractor ignition.

I didn’t know what to do. Finally, dad looked at me and yelled “Don’t just stand there! Do something even if it’s wrong! I’ve laughed at that memory most of my life.

My mom has a polaroid of me driving that tractor about the same year. Again, I was 5 or 6. Dad bolted blocks of wood to the clutch and brake pedals so I could reach them. I was pulling a wagon in a hay field while men loaded square bales onto it.

I can honestly say I learned to drive with a manual transmission by the time I was 6.

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I didn't actually learn to drive the tractor before I actually had to. My brothers all did the driving when dad couldn't. One day I was with dad back in the bush. He needed to drive the truck back home and decided the tractor needed to go as well. None of my brothers were there and dad didn't think things through.

He put me on the tractor, put it in granny gear and sent me on my way. He went home in the truck which was much faster. At supper when I didn't show up no one was overly bothered as kids not being home for dinner was normal. At chore time no one could find the tractor and that got their attention.

What had happened was that I couldn't reach the break/clutch, and didn't know that pulling the choke (or even what that was) would have killed the engine, so I kept rolling past the house, down the drive, out onto the dirt track that was the road and kept going until I ran out of gas. I didn't dare leave the tractor unattended to walk home so I sat there until the proverbial cows came home.
 
Pretty. Much same story for me. First time I was on a tractor I was 3. Old John Deere B, mowing hay. Dad was driving but I was right there. Dont re Ll first time drove it solo, but I was learning to own gardens by 8, so it was before that. I never missed a chance to drive a tractor, still dont.
I have to tell this… I was 5 or 6yrsold. We had an Allis Chalmers similar to these two. Right and left sides of the front cultivators work off a single shaft with a single hydraulic cylinder to raise or lower them.

Dad pulled the tractor into the shop with the cultivators raised. He put a block of wood underneath to hold them up and shut off the engine.

He began changing the plow feet. At some point the cultivators slipped off the wood block and landed on his foot. They pinned him. He couldn’t lift all that steel or reach the tractor ignition.

I didn’t know what to do. Finally, dad looked at me and yelled “Don’t just stand there! Do something even if it’s wrong! I’ve laughed at that memory most of my life.

My mom has a polaroid of me driving that tractor about the same year. Again, I was 5 or 6. Dad bolted blocks of wood to the clutch and brake pedals so I could reach them. I was pulling a wagon in a hay field while men loaded square bales onto it.

I can honestly say I learned to drive with a manual transmission by the time I was 6.

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Pretty. Much same story for me. First time I was on a tractor I was 3. Old John Deere B, mowing hay. Dad was driving but I was right there. Dont re Ll first time drove it solo, but I was learning to own gardens by 8, so it was before that. I never missed a chance to drive a tractor, still dont.

They don't make em liek yall anymore or the fathers yall had today seem to be in very short supply.
 

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