Combines What is the worst day you ever had combining

(for the record, I wasn't driving the combine, my brother was...that said... had about a 3_4 full bin on an R-62, went across the waterway, and the weld that held the right rear tire on the RWA axle (it's a Gilcrest) straight up snapped....the tire mashed into the right rear side, bowed the sheet metal beyond fixing, and made for a fun night of welding... bear in mind, it was muddy, so getting enough blocks under it to hold it up was pretty fun too! In retrospect, I'm glad it has the Deutz Air Cooled engine, because it looks like a radiator would've been in pretty sad shape had one been there...

last fall we where harvesting corn with our CIH 2188 and while we where unloading the support bar on the auger gave out and the auger snapped in half dumping 100 bl on the ground.

I happened two years ago. I was harvesting wheat with my Deutz-Fahr combine. It was 2 p.m. and was the hottest day of the year. The bearing of the AC compresor clutch was blocked and i harvest all the day!!!! without AC. But the worst day of my father was in 1983. he was harvesting when the dinamo start to burn. In two minutes the fire burn all the field and the combine.

Wheat, June 12 2000, A carrage bolt hung up the rethreasher stopping the straw walkers on my 750 and pluged the rear half up while cuttin downed wheat.(Sensors didnt work,they do now)Pulled out what made 2 large round bales of straw . Sure was hot and humid that day! Junkman

Ok I'll tell mine. Once my dad decided we needed to swath our 130 bu. acre oats. I have a 510 and he hired a guy with a 25ft. draper head. In some places the oats hung up on the head and left little piles, prior to the day I was to cut we got about 2in of rain on the oats. I pulled in the field and I was going as slow as the combine would go, hit one of the piles and plugged the combine, it was so tight we had to cut the oats out of the cylinder with a Ginsu knife it took about 2 days. AND i didnt have a_c (still don't). ps this year my uncle was cutting wheat with his 1680, final drive broke on the left front drove the wheel up into the side of the combine bending the sheet metal. Sprung the hell out of the header one side was 4 feet off the ground while the other was flat on the ground.

I can't imagine how this could happen but it did and the machine was seen by a lot of my family..My cousin had an older JD 6600 and was cutting oats that was down and weedy..he picked up what sounded like a big rock and stopped,and got out to dig it out...when he stepped off the cab ladder he saw the threshing cylinder laying on the ground behind the machine where it had dropped off the straw walkers..you can imagine what the inside of that machine looked like and you would be right..cousin hires his work done now

Gee! And I always thought just throwing a raspbar was bad! It is enough to all but total a separator.

Bad day is when you eat the feeder chain into the rotor and kills the whole machine dead . PS the side of the combine looked like a porkypine, the way the feeder chain went through the side of the combine

I went on the harvest run back in '81. We were in Hannah, ND (I think it was September) running swathed mustard seed after dark. We were due to move to another farm the next morning, so there was pressure to finish the field that night. Normally I drove trucks, but this particular evening I was operating one of the combines. The crew boss (who usually ran the machine I was on) must have known something I didn't, because the straw walkers kept plugging with mustard stems. Not a single adjustment I tried would let them through. If I could have gone any slower, I'd have been going backwards. I must have slugged it up four or five times before we finally got out of that field! My arms looked like I'd lost a wrestling match with a bobcat and I didn't stop sneezing for three days. Even now, my eyes start to well up with tears if I even look at a jar of it on a grocery store shelf.

Combining beans most of the night an an MF205 with *NO CAB* in the middle of February. We'd had rain after rain for months, and I was out trying to get the beans out while there was frost in the ground. Temperature was in the 20s with a stiff wind. Or maybe it was my Uncle pulling his 510 into a field to start on wheat. When he engaged the threshing mechanism, one of the cylinder bars came loose and ripped the oil pan off the botom of the engine. Or maybe Dad when his MF410 caught on fire. He emptied his fire extenguisher on it, but couldn't quite get it out. The cab and engine compartment were totally gone by the time the fire department got there.