The Great Turnip Massacure of 2016

[BilletHead]

  Have a neighbor across the road from BilletHeadville. He bought the farm I have hunted from the winter of 1975 through about 2008. When the owner passed her airs not getting along too well decided to sell. The place had changed hands two other times before this new owner. He had had it now about two years. This younger fellow in his early forties bought it for hunting with some contract farm ground to be rented out. He we will call him "B" knows what he is doing as he had taken some impressive whitetails here in Missouri and Kansas with both bow and muzzle loader. Couldn't ask for a better neighbor. When I realized this I gave him the scoop of what I had learned over all these years over there and what I know about this side of the road. We share trail cam photos from each side and compare notes. B has graced the cover of North American Whitetails, and video records his hunts. Although we don't chase the deer like we used to when we were possessed with hunting them it is neat we still get a couple every year and B is making the potential for larger bucks by management . We visit all the time and he shows me what he does over there. There are a half dozen food plots, he has planted apple trees, and has protein feeders in the off season. He has leased farms other places but this is his baby. The other day he texted and asked if I had a brush hog for my little tractor, yes I do want to use it? A pause then a text back well would you like to brush hog the power line cut food plot for me? Sure if I can get my toy tractor going I will see what I can do? Would help out anyway we can. He lets us pass through his place to hunt adjoining farms. Spring turkey season if he isn't hunting he lets us help ourselves to his place and birds! I have a little worn out 8-N ford. When Mrs. BilletHead's father passed we had a sale to pay his debts and we bought the ford. It burns and leaks oil but run's most of the time. Today I added oil and gas and got it running. Hooked up the mower and made like a farmer and head to the plot. This is where it gets funny. He has clover under the turnips. Places you cannot see the clover as it is hidden from these huge monster turnips. As I drove over the giant lumps the rotten ones would explode under the tires and the solid ones would be like rocks and try to throw me off my seat. Second gear and wound up the throttle the brush hog whirred to life with turnip shrapnel and vegetation flying around. I laughed as I drove hanging on for my dear life. The carnage is hard to explain. Like the jolly green giant had puked, or spilled his giant salad. Maybe a tribe of vegetarian zombies had been attacked bu a ninja samurai wielding his blade slicing and dicing the heads of the living dead. My imagination went as wild as my ride through the plot. I could feel stuff hitting my neck, hat and back. When I had finished I smelled like rotten turnips, pulled off my sweatshirt and it was splattered with brown and green. Took some photos although they don't do justice to the amount of turnips laying all over the ground. I would imaging some of them were pitched into the nearby woods. i even managed to miss his new planted apple trees. Solid turnips slice nicely with big rotating blades too,

BilletHead who slices and dices!

 

 

[MOPanfisher]

Nice, 8N and a brush hog can become an interesting experience, unless you have an over riding clutch on the PTO or live power.  Ours never had live power, the "forced March" it takes you on is memorable.  Rotten turnips can be almost as much fun to shoot as prairie dogs too.

[marcus]

reading this gave me a good laugh...my grandpa used to own 18 acers in st.louis across this golf course and i was the one in charge of cutting the grass anyway he insisted i bottom out that blade and cut that grass short as possible and every time i ran over a golf ball that made its way across the creek onto the property id send those golf balls flying with that blade id cut his grass if he let me shoot his birds id say its a fair trade