[AnAmericanMother]

If he ever REALLY drove a tractor (and how do we know he's not just feeding everybody the obvious line of bull?) I'll bet his furrows looked like the wake of a broken-back fish.

I plowed once - one furrow - behind a span of mules (my great-aunt Ruth's Snowball and Burr-Baby) under the direct supervision of her farm boss. I had my eyes glued to the tree line.

Quick question for extra credit: what do you call the fallow space at the end of the field that you use to turn your team around for the next furrow?

[noexcuses]

Would that be the headlands?

[SelmaLee]

We always called it a 'turn row'.