Are we supposed to share haying stories gone bad? We picked up a load in the far field for a farmer once..the guy paying us four cents a bale. His son was driving the tractor. Had to cross a shallow creek at the ford. Son missed the crossing, flopped the the load over in the water. Farmer was mad. Hay was wet. We had to gather it again for free. Brother and I went back that night and stole some of his watermelon patch.