An excerpt from my book, Those were the days, my friend.
Chapter 4: Farming the Land
I started driving a tractor at a very early age, probably about three or four. At first, I would drive through gates so the cows wouldn’t get out.
Cattle can be on the back end of the farm and if they hear or see a tractor going through a gate, they will come running. By the time the tractor driver gets off the tractor, opens the gate, and drives through, the cattle are there and trying to get out. This leads to much disarray as the farmer then has to round them up and herd them back into the pasture; the cattle are never very cooperative.
We had a small tractor, I could barely reach the clutch, but would manage to get the tractor in gear, release the clutch and drive thru the gate, and then I would hit the gear shift with my fist, knocking the tractor out of gear, and applying the handbrake to stop when the tractor had cleared the gate.
His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.
He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.
He has published several books about his adventures.
For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.
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