it's weird sometimes i forget what i ate for breakfast, and sometimes i remember things that happened 50+ years ago. two guys i'd know all my life up to that point, Kurt,Billy and i all hayed for Bobby D.
he raised Black Angus cattle...
as an aside: 12 hour days, at a dollar an hour, but 3 square meals...but understand in '65 the minimum non farm wage was only 1.50/hr...and gas was 19 cents a gallon...
any way i got there early and Bobby and i checked out the hayloft...we always loaded from right to left....(just like reading Hebrew) and the right was almost full...so normally we'd load the center next.
one major problem...one of the female barn cats had recently had a litter of kittens, and was nesting with them in the center section..
three problems:
a) mother cat with kittens
b) feral cat
c)who was the alpha female
so we decided to load the left side first
so we decided to finish the right side
eat supper, and then move the conveyor to the left.
well the right side was full and we still had a few bales left, so Kurt grabbed one and started for the center section. said i "if i where you i won't"...... that's as far as i got...Kurt was wearing about 7 pounds of feral mother barn cat on his chest all 20 claws sunk to the hilt.
(as an aside i was checking out the aerial view of the old stumping grounds...and discovered the fields we used to hay...are now a golf course...i guess you really can't go back)