The Rural Voice, 1999-07, Page 8PARTS & EQUIPMENT - NEW & USED
R.R. #2, Teeswater,
Ontario NOG 2S0
TEESWATER
ACRO PARTS
Phone 519-392-6111
Fax 519-392-8099
EQUIPMENT LIST
TRACTORS
White 1370 w/Idr $7,000.
Versatile $12,000.
White 1370 4 WD $9,000.
David Brown 880 w/Idr $5,000.
MM U $2,000.
Cockshutt 550 $2,500.
JD D/unstyled $2,200.
JD D styled w/hyd $3,500.
White 1370 w/Idr $13,000.
White 4-150 w/duals $9,500.
White 2-150 good $8,500.
Cockshutt 570 restorable $2,200.
Cockshutt 1800 gas $3,200.
Case 870 $6,500.
Case LA $2,000.
IH WD 9 $2,750.
Cat D2 w/bladefcanopy $4,500.
MM M5D $3,000.
MISCELLANEOUS
NHL L 785D skid steer $14,500.
MH 760 combine w/16' flex
NH 489 haybine ex
NH 477 haybine/nice
Vicon RC rake
MH rake/rubber
NH 770 harvester w/2 hds
NH 707 havester w/2 hds
Husky 3000 gal. tank
JD 40 PTO spreader
Feed wagon
4 Row JF corn scuffler
12T Horst dble. reach wagon .... $1,000.
24' - 5th wheel trailer $3,000.
MH side rake $400.
Cockshutt 535 combine $2,000.
MF 300 combine w/2 hds $2,000.
Renn 12' swather $2,500.
9T Martin wagon $900.
MF 77512' swather $2,000.
CURRENTLY WRECKING
MF, IH, Cockshutt & Owattona Swathers
MF 9,12 & 124; JD 14T, IH 440,
Oliver/Case & Ford Balers
NH 717, MF & Gehl Harvesters
Gehl & Dion forage wagons
Large Selection Of New
And Used Parts
$9,500.
$5,000.
$2,000.
$1,500.
$400.
$1,500.
$1,000.
$2,000.
$1,600.
$800.
$500.
4 THE RURAL VOICE
Gisele Ireland
The lessons of golf
In any marriage, there are different
ways of getting what you want from
your partner. I plead guilty to the
misdemeanour of being a nag.
The intensity of my nagging is
directly related
to how badly I
want something
from my
victim. If it's
really a priority
my nagging
knows no
bounds. I will
verbally
bombard Super
Wrench
without mercy,
carefully
choosing the
times when I
have him captive and a getaway is
impossible. He usually gives in when
his desire to escape is greater than his
reluctance to cave in to my demands.
Super Wrench gets his way in a
different fashion, far sneakier and
much more successful. That's how I
ended up on the golf course with
Super Wrench and Son.
There are two things that will
propel Super Wrench from his bed
before daybreak, a crisis call and
golf. Both Super Wrench and Son
have discovered it is the time of day
when they will least likely be
disrupted by outside forces. That part
didn't bother me in the slightest as
dawn is more attractive to me than
sunset. What did cause me some
discomfort was the heavy dew that
had me soaked to the knees in short
order. They handed me the weapon
and told me to hit the ball towards the
first flag on the course. The fun
began.
After a few furious swings, this
little defenseless ball, perched on a
stick, was still waiting to go
somewhere as I proceeded to denude
the area of grass. Our Son was
valiantly attempting to give me
stance and swing instructions and
they registered about as well as when
Golfs dubious
pleasures wort't
be missed
I used to nag him about his room and
homework. I finally had a lift off and
traumatized a couple of birds in a
nearby tree. It took 22 chops, stabs
and slices to get to that first flag. I
only had eight more holes to go and
Super Wrench and Son decided to
keep my score a secret between me
and God. I think their benevolence
was directly related to a fascinating
discovery we all made. I had
exceptional talent in the swing
department. The clubs are designed to
swing either left or right and I was
able to whack from either side. I did
notice our Son's painful expression
when I hit the ball with the wrong
side of the club. I gather it's a
definite no -no to the serious golfer.
I won't bore you with a hole -by -
hole replay of the following eight, but
I'll outline some of the highlights.
The ball in the water was hard to
find. The one that landed in the sand
came out after much exertion and me
looking as if I'd been washed up on a
sandy beach. Dragging my cart up the
"killer" hill had me breathing heavier
than I ever did in the bedroom and all
the birds took cover in a
neighbouring field. This field also
gobbled several balls.
The last two holes were the most
difficult as I kept trying to escape to
the car and wait for Super Wrench
and Son, but they wouldn't let me.
They kept telling me I would get
better and really begin to enjoy this.
Neither of these predictions came to
pass.
When the subject of golf reared its
ugly head again a few days later, I
hid in the hall closet as Super Wrench
and Son wrestled the clubs into the
trunk. I need not have bothered. They
didn't even glance in my direction,
let alone issue any invitations. I guess
they just couldn't handle competing
with a multi -dexterous swinger
whose specialty is murdering grass.
I'm totally crushed!O
Gisele Ireland, from Bruce County, is
an author of several humorous books
on farm life.