Went through it and cleaned, scraped, painted (all that rust-picker" navy kinda stuff, eh Paul?) until it actually looked like a piece of farm equipment. I painted it Walmart Kelly Green the same as all my toys. Adjusted everything by the book and went to the field. Got the thing a rolling and a packing and a packing and a rolling. Things were going well until the misses shows up.

Now you need to know that she was less than optimistic about my chances of breathing life back into this recycling reject and made open statements of the sort right in front of the poor thing. I'm sure it was intended to be directed toward my judgement, but in retrospect I feel the baler took it personally.

So anyway, she rolls up and gets out doing a dance because she sees bales in the field and as soon as her foot hits the ground it up and missed a bale. She thought I stopped just to share the time of day, and having been married for 15 years, I know better than to challenge any of her beliefs!

After she leaves, I check the baler over and everything but that one missed bale seems fine so without touching a thing I go back to baling. Perfect, doesn't drop a single bale in over 200 cycles! Then the wife shows up again to check progress and boom, it drops three bales in a row.

Again I stop and talk, again I check it over and don't touch a thing, again it immediately corrects itself with out further incident. When the gang shows up to start picking up and the wife is with them, try to guess what happened? Yep, couldn't get a bale out of the darn thing with love nor money.

Now I was caught. So I fessed up and told everyone what was going on. We all had a good laugh and then sent the misses home for refreshments. Again, it bales.

Coincidence you say? I thought so too. Until the second cutting, and the one after that and the next year...

It went on doing it up until I sold it and bought an older model of New Holland, a 66 Hayliner at auction for $35. The friend who bought the MF 10 says he has never had any such problem...