When we were trying to decide on a farm name last year, “Rusty Truck Farm” was the favorite for a while, in part because we had a particular rusty truck in mind as our mascot. Said truck arrived at Stone’s Throw Farm from Tuttle, North Dakota, on Sunday evening. I believe it is a 1939 model.
It was Elden’s great-uncle Dale’s truck, and Rodney and Kathy, who now own Dale’s farm, have been patiently waiting for Elden to pull it out of the shelter belt and relocate it for about 25 years. Elden used to play in the truck when he was a kid, and as a teen, he actually got the engine running at one point.
Because my tractor is currently out of commission, our friend and neighbor Rick Dalen helped us unload the truck from a rented trailer on Sunday. He lifted the back end of the truck with the tractor bucket and then pulled it backward off the trailer. Piece of cake, but it would have been a problem without Rick’s help — thanks!
Someday, Elden might bring the truck back to life, but for now, it’s resting comfortably in the hayfield near our driveway. It will bring smiles to our faces for a long time and provide a conversation piece for our neighbors along County 102 for at least a few days.
Stone's Throw Farm 
Really nice to see the pictures of the truck I drove when I was a kid.
The truck cab top is dented in because Dale, who was in the back stacking the hay as it dumped into the truck box, would jump down off the hay onto the top of the truck to get down on the ground when I needed help. Especially when I was too chicken to drive the almost-full truck to pick up hay on the sides of hills.
Thanks for sharing one of the truck’s many stories — anyone could tell by looking at it that it’s full of them!