I can say, without duress, that George was humpin’ that straw. When he began slacking, I’d just throw another bale at him. Since, I’m only hourly, and wasn’t getting time and a half, I left at noon. The baler trailer was half full at that point.
When we were young, we didn’t have such luxuries. We had to pick them up in the field and toss them 6 and 8 high on the back of a ‘48 Reo flatbed.
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