One day I was headed back to plow a 4 acre or so field for buckwheat. It was quite a distance at the back of the property. I had little interest in Cubs then, although I did rescue one from a neighbor that was neglected for years. They just weren't practical for the work I needed done. I owned a Massey Harris 44, a Farmall 400, and the Cub. I could have let him take the truck back, but instead I asked if he wanted to take the Cub. He agreed without hesitation.
Bob had been off his farm for years, and not on a tractor since then. I waited and watched in case he needed help. He got on, fired it up, threw it in gear and off he went following me. I turned to look back and see how he was making out and I saw the biggest smile I've ever seen on his face. He beamed from ear to ear!
I'll always remember that day. It was my first Cub and Bob got his tractor ride. He always wanted to take the Cub after that. Bob was a good man, WWII veteran, good friend and a great step dad and would always give me the devil if my furrows weren't straight!
