Another thing I never told him- When I was a senior in high school I only needed two classes to graduate-English and Government. I only went to school for those two classes in the morning, then i'd go home and help him. I was picking corn one day about 5 or 6 miles from home, we had a mounted corn picker on a Ford 5000 tractor. I was by myself, when I finished the field I would go home. I'd been raised on the farm, we had mowers,bush hogs, hay rake,hay baler,combine,corn picker,and about every thing else- my brothers and I were running this equipment since we were big enough to get on it. So I knew not to ever do anything to any equipment without turning the PTO off, that could get you killed. The hay baler and the corn picker were especially dangerous. But this one time, I put the chute that puts the corn into the wagon out of gear- when you finish a row and turn down another row you stopped that chute, or as you were turning the ears of corn would miss the wagon and drop on the ground. After the corn stalks went through the snapper- rollers that snapped the ears of corn off the stalks- it collected in a hopper before it went up the chute and into the wagon. There was a big fan there that blew the shucks away, and as I was making my turn I noticed that there was a lot of shucks there that hadn't been blown off, so I just reached back and started clearing the shucks with my hand. It was in the fall of course, October or November when you pick corn- and the next thing I knew something grabbed the sleeve of my jacket. And I knew right then how stupid i'd been, and if I lived i'd have to explain to my Daddy how i'd lost my arm in that corn picker. But the jacket came apart- pulled the whole sleeve off, right at the shoulder. I felt so lucky and so stupid at the same time. I knew better- had heard stories of a man that lost his arm in a corn picker, and one who was killed in a hay baler. I stopped the tractor and took the rest of the jacket way down into the woods and threw it away. Then I finished the field and drove the tractor on home, with no jacket as cold as it was. Nobody asked where my jacket was, and I never told anyone about it, but it was a good lesson learned.