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batchaps4me said:
We didn't have a lot of cattle in our area but a lot of my family and friends with an extra field was selling square bales. Dad had five young boys that were perfectly strong of back and weak of mind ... we also bailed pine straw to sell to landscapers.
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I almost always racked by myself, my grandmother would drive the baler tractor, my mother would haul racks back and forth to the barn and field, my grandfather would unload and my dad and brother would stack in the barn. Sometimes we'd get another farm neighbor kid to help as well in the mow but a lot of times it was just us. I remember several times town kids would say that they would help, wanting some money, they rarely came back. They just quit, couldn't take it, or didn't want to do it again.
 
Copejunkie said:
I don't think little Square bales are that bad, but I grew up doing thousands every summer from the time I was about twelve. My personal best was 4000 in three days. Today I do just enough to feed the horses and to feed cows or heifers that have trouble calving and are locked in the barn for a bit. So somewhere around five to six hundred. That's enough any more.
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I remember as a teenager loading wire bales in the rain, and I was the only one on the wagon. Farmer was trying to get it done before the sun went down. Ugh! lol
 
batchaps4me said:
I helped with square bales in the Alabama sun a couple of times. I have also been in a submarine's septic tank with a steam hose, dust pan, and a 5 gallon bucket. To this day I have no idea which one I would have to choose to do again, if forced. I will say it again, I admire your lifestyle and could not do it.
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the day I got out of the Navy, I decided to stay in J-ville for a while and me and friend went down to north Florida Shipyards and applied for a Job, got hired as a laborer for $5 an hour. painted the first 2 days, bad enough, but on day 3 they were cleaning out the bowels of the ship under the engine room and i had to carry two 5 gallon buckets of engine sludge out of the engine room up several decks and across walkways out the ship to a tank and dump them.. all day.. i made it 3 days, then moved back home to Alabama begging to bale some hay.
 
Bama Believer said:
the day I got out of the Navy, I decided to stay in J-ville for a while and me and friend went down to north Florida Shipyards and applied for a Job, got hired as a laborer for $5 an hour. painted the first 2 days, bad enough, but on day 3 they were cleaning out the bowels of the ship under the engine room and i had to carry two 5 gallon buckets of engine sludge out of the engine room up several decks and across walkways out the ship to a tank and dump them.. all day.. i made it 3 days, then moved back home to Alabama begging to bale some hay.
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My oldest two brothers found themselves broke, sober and out of gas and money in New Orleans on the last leg of a trip that started with the two going to the beer store. They watched a gate at one of the New Orleans shipyards, walked in, took someone's timecard scratched their names off and clocked in and just stood there until a white hardhat showed up. They told him that's where the lady that called them about the job said to be. They worked two days before the supervisor figured it out but made enough to get gas, beer and a pack of smokes to attempt to make it home.
 
batchaps4me said:
My oldest two brothers found themselves broke, sober and out of gas and money in New Orleans on the last leg of a trip that started with the two going to the beer store. They watched a gate at one of the New Orleans shipyards, walked in, took someone's timecard scratched their names off and clocked in and just stood there until a white hardhat showed up. They told him that's where the lady that called them about the job said to be. They worked two days before the supervisor figured it out but made enough to get gas, beer and a pack of smokes to attempt to make it home.
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Thats about as 'Murican as it gets brother!
 
Missed checking in this morning. once again the missus tried to kill me by getting me involved in the community old people bike ride.

A bike ride is a leisure pedal wherever you are going. These community bike rides are far from that. i swear it’s a race to some of them.

with my balance issues i can hardly walk down the street without falling into the bushes. Put me on a bike and it’s a 911 call waiting to happen.

Anyways, it’s evening and i’m still here and checking in

Where has @della been? Someone needs to keep you guys in line.
 
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