For a landlocked boy in northern Wisconsin, nothing substitutes for seafaring like nosing a Massey-Ferguson 132 tractor into an unmown hayfield on a sunny summer morning. The grasses part around the grille, rising as high as the engine shroud and sprinkling leafhoppers on your jeans. Rolling lobes of wind press across the meadow, made visible in shifting shades of silver as the seed heads dip and sway. Just inside the gate you pause for a moment like Columbus set to sail, discovery and depredation your call. And then you engage the power takeoff, roll the throttle back so that tach pegs around 1500 rpm, lower the haybine's clattering maw, ease out the clutch, and launch roaring into the uncharted grasses.
8/28/13
From Michael Perry's Coop: A Family, a Farm, and the Pursuit of One Good Egg: