I’ve worked on a farm just about my whole life and every so often a field, the desert, or something else would catch on fire. If it was bad enough we would all hop in tractors with discers (I’ve never actually spelled out ‘discer’ before ha ha but it’s the machine that is being pulled) and start plowing down dirt.
One time the nuclear site’s side of the farm which is a desert was hit by lightning and started on fire and it was REALLY bad really really bad we were at risk of losing countless acres of dry wheat, we called the nuclear site, Hanford, and told them to start putting it out. They were out in full force but still couldn’t contain anything so we switched to their CB radio station and started working with them. I was told to start plowing by the farm’s landing strip and horse stables, arguable the worse part, and laughably not the most dangerous thing they’ve made me do.
So there I am in my John Deere driving as fast as I can through the fire because it had come right up to the field/airport/hanger and all the sudden I look down and dammit my tractor is on fire. I hop out and start furiously shoveling dirt and sand onto the engine to put it out, I’ve seriously never dug so fast with my hands I probably put two or three bucket fulls on that thing in under ten seconds. That went out and the tractor seemed about as happy as ever so I hopped back in.
Anyways we fight the fire until about two or three in the morning, which meant I got to sleep in until seven the next day to go back and move water! Farm work waits for no person!
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