Driving a snow plow is one of those jobs you never really think your going to have a chance to do but once the moment is upon you it's easy to realize why you've alway wanted to do it. My turn came this past weekend at Kel's moms farm when a few fluffy inches of the white stuff began to fall.
I really didn't even know it was going to be an option until Deb suggested that there might be enough snow on the ground for Steve to plow. "Plow?" I uttered. "There's a plow here?" Sure enough, there was. Along with a boat, tractor and even a life size target practice deer, they have several quads there on the farm and of course have all the requisite attachments. Lawnmower, wagon, and, you guessed it, a snow plow.
After a quick lesson from Steve it didn't take me long to get the hang of it and within about 25 minutes I had the whole driveway cleared. I wasn't as efficient as I could have been, but Steve said that comes with practice. It's kind of like cutting the grass I guess, takes you a few times to get the lay of the land and figure out what paths to take.
All in all, if you ever get the chance, give it a try. Next up, I need to find a full size plow and try that on for size. Anybody have a few strings they could pull come the next storm?