Hey now, humm-a-na humm-a-na, SOLD! Take 2
Sunny, muddy day.
A couple years ago, I went to my first auction (see this post) and was too nervous to even raise my hand once. All these old guys were confidently sticking one finger up or nodding ever so slightly, back and forth, back and forth, as though they had pots of gold in the backs of their barns.
I had another chance last weekend just north of Conrad. It was a smaller auction and fewer pieces of farm equipment, but two items immediately caught my attention: an old John Deere manure spreader and an A.T. Ferrell Company No. 27 Clipper fanning mill seed cleaner.
Early in the auction, I bid on a little garden cart then dropped out. I figured it served as my warm-up. When the auctioneer got around to the manure spreader, my heart was racing. How high should I go? Who will bid against me? Will somebody be willing to pay top dollar so they can park it in their front yard and plant flowers in the box? Or put a mailbox on the end of it? What is the maximum I'm willing to shell out?
After observing the auctioneer selling off the previous items, I knew that he would start high, wait for somebody to bid, then drop the opening bid. This is what happened and when he dropped the opening price, I threw my arm in the air. Somebody countered, though I couldn't see who. We went back and forth in $25 increments until he quit and it was left to me. "Going once, twice, sold to the young man right there. What's your number son?" Bidder number 80 wins the spreader and I won it for far less than I thought. That was almost too easy. I have to admit, I felt a little cocky and walked with a bit more strut. Never mind I just won a 1930s or 1940s manure spreader that nobody else wanted.
Now for the Clipper seed cleaner. The Clipper was near the end of the last line of stuff, so I had to wait through all the tractors and vehicles before we got to it. In the meantime, my lovely wife and lovely daughter stopped by to have lunch with me from our friends Steve and Lisa's hamburger stand (A Land of Grass Ranch). It was Willa's first, but definitely not last, auction. She even flapped her arm and squealed during some bidding. She didn't win anything, though.
Finally the Clipper came around and again, my heart jumped. And again, the auctioneer started high, then dropped. And again, it was just me and one other guy. And again, it didn't last long, and I walked away with an old farm-scale two deck fanning mill.
Our dirty seeds' savior?
A successful day, to say the least, and the beginning of a lifetime of springtime auctions on the high plains.
Hey now, humm-a-na- humm-a-na, SOLD!
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