In the middle of a Mississippi summer, this was brutal. Of course, I did appreciate the muscle tone I suddenly had after three weeks of using this monster. I was about 12 I think, but the ground was an awful clay stuff that stuck to the maddox making it even heavier than it already was if I tried to do it while the ground was wet…and would hardly give way if I tried to till while the ground was dry.
I forgot to mention that I wasn’t alone. My younger brother and I would take turns at it. I probably would have burned out pretty quick if it hadn’t been for the friendly competition.
I didn’t find out till I was looking for a picture of a Maddaxe just now, that it wasn’t a madaxe, it was a maddox. I had been pronouncing it slightly wrong for the last 15 years. Fortunately, it’s not a word you use every day.
I suppose every post should have a point, so my point is this:
If you run out of driveway to shovel, shovel a neighbor. If you run out of neighbors, shovel the yard!
When you come in, you will wonder who turned the heat up to a thousand degrees, but the health benefits are wonderful!