A few weeks ago we had the fortune to see something we never knew existed, the traditional sport of Plowing. Plowers are given a set time to plow a number of rows as straight and cleanly as possible. There were four divisions - basically the four generations of tractors (if you include the horse as a generation of tractor), another thing we did not yet know.
Competitive plowers take their task seriously, frequently jumping out of the cabin to inspect the plow, especially near the start. A good furrow depends on minute adjustments to the plow, and these are based on soil type, current moisture conditions, and probably a few other factors this forest-phyte cannot yet grasp. Our guide referred to these manual adjustments (above) as 'cheating,' but as long as the plower gets the mandated rows completed in time I don't think it matters. The judges, at least, didn't appear to care.
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