Not afraid to work. Not afraid to play hard at 12,000 feet. Always eager to go and always makes it back out.
Tell us about your Scout:
This is my third Scout in the past 35 plus years. I bought it from a farmer in Nebraska. I flew back there and he picked me up at the airport. He and his wife and I stayed up late talking about farming as I'm originally from Kansas. Early in the morning the next day we fired it up and I hit the road for Southern California.
On the front of this rig was an hydraulically operated 7 foot wide snow plow. I looked pretty impressive rolling down the interstate. It was snowing very lightly as I dropped into Kansas. I was enjoying looking at the fields and checking out all of the tractors and purring along at 65 miles per hour.
Then all of a sudden this horrendous noise started coming out of the front of the vehicle and the Scout was shaking violently. What the heck??!! The old diesel must be coming apart! Then I noticed blacktop pavement on my hood. My jacket had slid off of the seat and hit the down button for the blade. I pulled up on the switch and looked into my rear view mirror. I had left behind about 150 feet of very nicely re-leveled section of Interstate.
I made it the rest of the way home without incident, donated the plow to a Boy Scout Winter Camp and I've been enjoying the Scout ever since.
That's my 1941 Military Trailer and behind it my 1952 Ferguson TEA-20 Tractor. The "No Sniveling" front plate gets lots of thumbs up on the high-mountain trails.
