Stony wins for the scariest situation in my mind. A guy about a mile away from me lost it last year, bush-hogging along the creek bank and had the tractor fall in and flip over on him. He died of "positional asphyxiation" (tractor on top would not let him inhale). He had buried his wife a week or two before, the kids were grown and gone; nobody found him for a couple of days.

I think Stony was damn lucky, thank God.


"Live like you'll die tomorrow, but manage your grass like you'll live forever."
-S. M. Stirling
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