I remember the local dealer brought one exactly like that for dad to try out, early 80's I would guess with the gasser motor. He refused to use it, did everything with the loader tractor. I remember begging dad to buy it, just write a check dad Lol. I remember a guy that worked for dad off and on jumped in it and pushed all the shit out the back of the free stall barn and let it flow down the hill, never seen the old man so mad. Lol
I remember the first time I drove dad's skid loader. Probably about the same age. Couldn't run the hydraulics though because I wasn't big enough to run the pedals and have the safety switch in the seat pressed at the same time lol.
I can just imagine the sight but even worse the smell and flies around that death pit. The smell never seems to disperse - ever!! Now I wonder what you did with your clothes and how did you manage to get cleaned up without being skinned alive by your mother when you came home! Let alone how did you manage to get the machine cleaned up? A lesson of life never to be forgotten I'm sure. The only time I have ever smelt that stink worse was on a hot summer day when I was sent to the knacker yard with a dead sow and a couple of other dead pigs which had a maggot farm alongside producing large volumes of maggots for the fishermen and further along on the same site a meat and bone cooking and grinding plant. I could never understand how people could work there day after day in those awful conditions.
