1541
501 Club
Every Cub Tug leaves behind a few surprises—and this year was no exception.
A local gentleman parked a Cub near the high tunnel with a “For Sale” sign on it. If you were at the Tug, you probably saw it sitting there, waiting patiently. A couple weeks passed, and he stopped by again—no trailer, just conversation. We chatted, realized we knew some folks in common, and then he asked what I thought the tractor was worth.
I told him I wasn’t in the market, but if I were to make an offer, here’s what I’d throw out. He nodded, said that sounded fair, and countered with a price $300 under my number. We shook hands, and just like that, the deal was done.
Turns out, he’d bought and refurbished the Cub about ten years ago for his sister, who had three acres to mow. She passed away three years back, and he hated seeing it sit idle. He’s got bigger Farmalls on the farm, but this one had sentimental value and he wanted to see it go to a good home.
We’ve named the Cub Sandy, in honor of his sister. I’ve mowed the field with it—it’s a sweet-running 1972 model that does a fine job. Like any tractor of its age, it’s got a few quirks I’ll be chasing down, but that’s part of the charm.
Doug
A local gentleman parked a Cub near the high tunnel with a “For Sale” sign on it. If you were at the Tug, you probably saw it sitting there, waiting patiently. A couple weeks passed, and he stopped by again—no trailer, just conversation. We chatted, realized we knew some folks in common, and then he asked what I thought the tractor was worth.
I told him I wasn’t in the market, but if I were to make an offer, here’s what I’d throw out. He nodded, said that sounded fair, and countered with a price $300 under my number. We shook hands, and just like that, the deal was done.
Turns out, he’d bought and refurbished the Cub about ten years ago for his sister, who had three acres to mow. She passed away three years back, and he hated seeing it sit idle. He’s got bigger Farmalls on the farm, but this one had sentimental value and he wanted to see it go to a good home.
We’ve named the Cub Sandy, in honor of his sister. I’ve mowed the field with it—it’s a sweet-running 1972 model that does a fine job. Like any tractor of its age, it’s got a few quirks I’ll be chasing down, but that’s part of the charm.
Doug
