I can't believe there are still TD machines in serious use. The newest one in the world has to be 45 years old.
My dad bought a TD-9 with a Hough loader when I was about 10 years old. We dug a pond with it and used to clear fence rows. It finally got where we could not keep the tracks on and we scrapped it. I think it was a 1953. You started the motor on gas and then switched to diesel when it was warmed up. It also had its own grease pump on wheels for the undercarriage.
My TD-6-62 is 45 years old-it is one of the last 16 built by serial number. The 45 years is 45 years, sort of- it didn't leave a dealer until the 70's so it's been in use for 30 some years. And IHC was really weird about their builds, if they had the parts, they'd throw a machine together.
The TD-18 I pulled out of the woods and modified a bullgear for did end up scrapped. The guy got caught sticking a piece of his anatomy where he shouldn't have been sticking it, and rather than sell it- I reallly, really, wanted it- he scrapped it to get cash to pay for a divorce attorney. It has a similar engine to my TD-6-62.
There are TD-series machines made on into the 70's and 80's and 90's- they share some strange similarities when you get deep, deep into them. That TD-7 is only 20 some years old, by the date it left the dealer.
My grandpa worked an original series TD-6 with a Hough loader for the local cattle baron back in the 50's. It had a Mast type attachment like the H30 series had, and you could take it off, and put on a DROTT bucket.
Back then, the cattle baron had 25 acres of land over near the Tellico Plains Forest and the Indian Boundary Forest- the same area that they used to go rock climbing at with Jeeps. The 25 acres wasn't fenced, so every fall, they had a cattle drive to Tellico, and the cows ate on the Federal government's dime.
By spring, the Mountain laurel and honey suckle and multiflora rose made it impossible to go through a lot of areas, so the Drott ate natures living fence and large scrape blade attachment that used the hydraulic ripper mounting would make a road. An old Ford BB and a Massey Harris. They used English Shepherds and Collies and the vehicles to drive them back up Davis Creek, to Hanging Dog, back down to the Baron's warehouse and gas station(he was the gas distributor for the region) to be hauled for slaughter.
By the late 50's, Cattle Baron got ticked at my grandfather because my grandfather had bought his own land- like 1/100 of what cattle baron owned.
The last straw was when the Ford BB was over loaded with fuel oil on the left frame rail cracked a foot or so near the spring mount. Grandpa told Baron not to make a run with it, it would do further damage.
He refused to listen. So they made the fuel run, grandpa was working with breaking a draft horse, and when it came back, the right side cracked, cracked again at the right side leaf spring mount, and the left side where it had been a crack was just tore in two. The drive shaft probably kept the old truck together.
Cattle Baron told Grandpa to fix it. They had a GE Generator Motor Welder, and Cattle Baron hands grandpa a handful of what the story goes were coat hangers. Granpa apparently had enough, so he thanked him for the job through the later years of the depression, and bid him adieu.
In 1959 he moved his family across the county to the 100 acres he bought, and he laid the block shop and block garage by him and my 10 year old dad.
He had beef cattle and trellis tomatoes and burly leaf tobacco. In the early part of the depression he made films to teach farming for UGA, and he met the Del Monte people then. Chances are that if someone ate an Early Girl tomato that was sold by Del Monte in the Greenville-Asheville-Knoxville-Chattanooga area in the 60's and 70's. He actually bootlegged tobacco because he thought the allotment system(government ordained franchise) was communist- he met Sam Ervin once and told him so. Finally, they would no longer sell his tobacco and he had to get an allotment and buy others allotments to grow it and be able to sell it in the warehouses. In bad years, they'd send out checks as part of the subsidy. He'd go to the ASCS office and return the check.
He was a very independent person, and he kept working his tomatoes in his garden and wanted to help put up hay, right until the day he had to be taken to the hospital for hospice care for his colon cancer and Parkinsons.
Sorry- trip down memory lane.