Way back in my youth, we picked up hay for the local farmers
at four cents a bale. Stacking it in the barn was always the hottest
part.
I well remember my grandfather was old-school. Handcut the hayfield,
pitchfork it into the wagon, toss it in the barnloft. He never owned a
tractor. Horse and wagon man.
at four cents a bale. Stacking it in the barn was always the hottest
part.
I well remember my grandfather was old-school. Handcut the hayfield,
pitchfork it into the wagon, toss it in the barnloft. He never owned a
tractor. Horse and wagon man.