Our winged slasher is an angel that allows us to mow each aisle of the orchard in one pass, but a brute that sent our old tractor to an early grave.
We hilled up top-soil in which to plant our trees, creating a central plateau with gentle slopes up to the tree line. The slasher is able to negotiate this topography with its hinged wings.
Only at harvest time was our slasher found wanting. Sometimes the wings became stranded on ledges at the tree line, not allowing the blades to descend to reduce the herbaceous barrier for our sweeper and harvester. We used our humble ride-on till accumulating falling nuts blocked our way.