As a bona fide “dude” I feel a twinge of melancholy whenever I see a tool that has been retired. This particular farm implement sits idle, gathering vegetation, in the middle of a field south of Mandan. It would be nice if it was at least in a visible location where it could serve as a work of art or tribute to days long past, but that’s not the case. Sadly, it sits inconspicuously in an obscure corner, destined to rust away. At least it’ll remain somewhat immortal in pictures.