I hated, hated, hated, baling hay (and assorted weeds, all with considerable water content/weight) - nostrils filled with dust and chaff, wrists raw from stems poking them, pissed-off bumble bees in the bales looking for revenge (and finding it), mows that were in fact an Easy-Bake oven in some young giantess's play-room. Just the smell when driving by a field of fresh-cut hay is enough to ruin my mood.

Not a real member - just an ordinary guy who appreciates being able to hang around and say something once in awhile.

Happily Trapped In the Past (Thanks, Joe)

Not only a less than minimally educated person, but stupid and out of touch as well.