Hate to hear that Lazy Shooter. But I guess that has been the least of your all's worry's. I can't remember what a normal year was like.
I have under taken trying to teach my oldest son to cut. I trimmed him out a bottom yesterday, and while he cut I watched him from the shade. Before I could get to him he bunched a glob of hay after a turn. Then he raised the mower without raising the blade. Due to the design of the mower the 3pt hitch pin is sandwiched between a plate and the frame. He sheared off three 1/2 in bolts flush with the frame. I think one had fallen out and one had been cracked in time, he just was the finishing touch. I hated it for him , he felt awful. I just hung my head, thinking of all my dad's equipment I had broken growing up, and the way I felt. I told him I was glad I wasn't on the road or moving fast or something bad could have broken.
Drilled out one last night and broke an easy out in it while holding a flashlight in my mouth. I hung it up for the night. Two broken easy outs, five broken or dulled drill bits, and I was back in business by four this evening. Time to cut has passed and was able to cripple home to unhook and get ready to bale. Fingers crossed.