"Latest Millennial dream job farming"
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There are hundreds of freepers that pretend to know about modern US agriculture. Just start a discussion involving the carbon cycle, GMOs, pesticide use and they come out of the urban woodwork as experts.
Little assist for ya to please the natives.
At the tender age of 8-years-old, I asked my farmer grandpa what the weights were for on the front of his John Deere... Shortly thereafter, I could have told this 63-year-old anesthesiologist why what he was doing could result in death...
That’s it. Too many deaths. Have to stop this.
More farming is good. At least people are getting out of the urban hell-holes and getting their hands dirty.
Solution: Increase regulations to squeeze out all but the largest corporate farms. Problem solved.
I knew young farm kids who were killed or injured including a cousin and a close friend who were both killed as teens. Seems like most everyone I knew had some kind of close call and learned from that.
Had a few near-misses on the farm myself. There’s a lot of things that are just waiting to kill you if you give them the chance. Particularly near a cotton-picking machine— rows of fast-moving spinning spindles. They got a few folks.
A lot of farmers in my area, who had a propane tank on wheels for burning weeds along the ditch bank, would use that same tank to air up their tires when they were out in the field. Yes, you read that right! One guy was later doing some welding on his tractor, and the rear tire, filled with the perfect mix of oxygen and propane blew to pieces. One of the big rubber chunks flew off an hit him in the head. He lived, but his eyes were about a quarter inch apart for the rest of his life.
From Wikipedia:
Mordecai Peter Centennial Brown (October 19, 1876 – February 14, 1948), nicknamed Three Finger or Miner, was an American Major League Baseball pitcher and manager during the first two decades of the 20th century (known as the "dead-ball era"). Due to a farm-machinery accident in his youth (April 17, 1888), Brown lost parts of two fingers on his right hand,and in the process gained a colorful nickname.
Great pitcher.
I recently bought a hobby farm, but I have the advantage of my father’s experience. I know, going in, that there are about a thousand ways to kill yourself on a farm, and you will encounter a good portion of them on any given day.
At the same time, you have a tremendous amount of freedom in how you do your work. You are your own Safety Department. There is nobody to look over your shoulder as you hop down from that running tractor or you lean over that Power Take Off.
The bucolic scenery and the seemingly peaceable environment conceal the fact that death can lurk around any corner. The only person who can keep you safe is yourself.
Until 1927, no license was needed to build an airplane or fly it. That had not worked so well for pilots or mechanics.
Does anyone else remember the story about the teenager in one of the Dakotas who lost both arms to farm machinery, managed to get back home, dial 911 with his face and then waited in the bathtub for help so he wouldn’t get his blood all over his folks’ floors?
Way back when I was a kid, I used to go to farm auctions with my Father. It did not take too long for me to notice that the majority of the farmers also at the auction were missing parts of their bodies. Sometime a whole arm. Other times a lower arm or hand. Many had lost one or more fingers. A patch over the eye was fairly common. All from farm accidents. Less often were missing legs.
You keep your plow on. Problem fixed with common sense.
The best rollover protection is your brain. Too bad few heed it.
We need to address this terrible menace of farming. If we can save just ONE life it will be worth it! /s