I didn't say that. I mean that the helping kids were usually oblivious to what was going on. And sometimes liked to be on the wagon without shoes on. They were more hindrance than help.
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I didn't say that. I mean that the helping kids were usually oblivious to what was going on. And sometimes liked to be on the wagon without shoes on. They were more hindrance than help.
What you mean by wagon and wall? Reason I ask is we had a baler with a 'kicker' on it that'd shoot the bales into the wagon, and they didn't get stacked neatly, then at the barn, we had hoists on the wagons, and we'd just pull/dump them out and load onto the conveyor. So there'd be times they were wedged in, and pulling one loose would let a whole bunch free. But, I've since learned that our kicker/hoist setup wasn't common, a lot of people just stacked them on the wagon, took them off at the barn. However, the kicker saved 2 people on the wagon and the wasted motion of stacking them.
Video....this was pretty much our setup, but with CaseIH tractor instead of the MF. :wink:
[video=youtube;YeUeR6VbyZg]https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=21&v=YeUeR6VbyZg[/video]
[video=youtube;YeUeR6VbyZg]https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=21&v=YeUeR6VbyZg[/video]
I still have that picture, by the way. I fully plan on using it in a blackmail scheme at some point or another.
Am I the only one that finds it weird that people pay $3500 for that ISU bball camp?
What am I missing?
What am I missing?
It would be fun to do, but I can think of a million other ways I'd spend that kind of money before doing a fantasy camp. But, I'm also not rich, so I don't have 3500 dollars in fun money to throw around as well.
Nice move using that link, rather than the website of the manufacturer of yours.
I'm more of a craigslist casual encounters kind of guy
Call girls LOVE baseball. Everybody knows that.
Shoot, if I can't get loving from someone else, I've got a handful of ways to resolve that for no cost at all.
that's what we had as well, but we had to load them onto the elevator by hand.back at the barn. By wall, I basically mean what you said about a bunch tumbling down. Probably 30-40% of the time I was on the wagon by myself so I'd get efficient at pulling out bales at the bottom to eventually get a bunch to tumble and make me not have to walk as far. When younger siblings were sitting up at the top (too young/weak to be up in the mow or lifting bales), they'd know to either push bales toward me, or hold onto wobbly ones so I could get out more at the bottom. When other kids would be there every so often, they wouldn't do that.
For a very slight moment in time, I feel a tinge of feeling bad when I'm leaving three hours early from work and my only response to my staff when they say "leaving early again?" is "yeah, I'm salaried."
I don't feel bad anymore once I've walked out the door, but I still feel bad for that second or two.
I don't feel bad anymore once I've walked out the door, but I still feel bad for that second or two.
I was mostly the kid at the top of the wagon, but I did have a few stints in the mow and loading the elevator. My family was almost exclusively crop farming, so by the time I was old enough where I'd be doing the harder jobs more often, they realized it was much simpler to sell the crop off the field than bale it and sell small bales. Toward the end there, the only ones wanting small bales were the amish, and try and sell that to them from an hour away....
And yes, I was good enough to take care of the people at the bottom.
I should also specify that baling hay for us meant Grandpa (grandma running the sammiches and sodas), dad, mom, 3 uncles, 2 aunts, my brother and 3 other cousins (2 others were still too young)...so while I was capable of doing wagon or hay mow, wagon kid was stuck with me until the 2 younger cousins would have been old enough, which we quit before then.
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