[/quote]When I was a kid, there'd be these town guys (town being like 700 pop.) who were like, "Yeah, I wanna help hay. Lemme get my chaps and hay hooks. I only do it to keep in shape for football."
I'm thinkin', the only guys on our crew who have hooks are the oldsters who use the good ones and "use" means they keep it on the tractor with them so nobody else can score it. Me and the other kids who actually haul the hay are stuck with the old junk hooks, one apiece. Chaps? Wtf? We're in jeans with holes all ripped in them that cactus and locust thorns stick through easily along with wore-out white t-shirts. I only hay because my Dad will kick my ass if I don't.
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Think our dads were a lot alike. I got volunteered on a custom hay crew when my older brother decided it looked like a good way to make money. I was 7th grade and maybe 110 lbs. I had hauled since I was big enough to move one end of a bale, but custom hauling was another thing entirely.
