A few months back, another fellow here on this forum and I were posting about when we worked on the farm "back in the day." Last evening as my wife and I were having dinner with another couple, I ran into the farmer's son, who I had worked for during my high school days and of course, we began reminiscing about the good old days down on the farm. We must have spoke for at least 20 minutes before our food came.
My friend's dad, who owned the farm had bought the farm next to his giving him over 4 or 5000 acres and a heck of a lot of milking cows to boot. I keep forgetting the numbers, but it was a lot. We had a huge milking parlor, which one of my jobs was to clean it after the morning milking. Sometimes, if I worked late enough, I also had to clean the parlor again after the late afternoon milking. That's hard work for a 17 y/o kid.
So, as we were talking last night, I asked him if he remembered the first time that I drove the tractor. As soon as I asked that, he broke into a big laugh. Well, after all, it was kind of funny, NOW! What happened was, we were going out to bale some of the hay. I was supposed to just pull the wagon as the other guys threw the bales up onto the wagon. Sounds simple enough, right?
Well, we had just finished picking up God knows how many bales and the wagon was loaded to the max. I did good with driving the tractor my first time out, until I got about 50 yards from the barn. I didn't see the stinking groundhog hole until the last second. I swerved slightly and missed it with the tractor, but the dang wagon wheel found it and tipped it enough to spill at least half of the wagon. Now, you would think the other guys would take pity on the dumb kid, but NOOO. I had to reload the wagon all by my lonesome. By the time I had finished, I was totally exhausted when I was asked if I could stay later and clean the milking parlor after the milking was done. Back in those days, I was a greedy little dude, so, yeah, I stayed and picked a little extra money.
I think that's where the saying comes from, "You gotta' make hay when the sun is shining." Don't you think?
My friend's dad, who owned the farm had bought the farm next to his giving him over 4 or 5000 acres and a heck of a lot of milking cows to boot. I keep forgetting the numbers, but it was a lot. We had a huge milking parlor, which one of my jobs was to clean it after the morning milking. Sometimes, if I worked late enough, I also had to clean the parlor again after the late afternoon milking. That's hard work for a 17 y/o kid.
So, as we were talking last night, I asked him if he remembered the first time that I drove the tractor. As soon as I asked that, he broke into a big laugh. Well, after all, it was kind of funny, NOW! What happened was, we were going out to bale some of the hay. I was supposed to just pull the wagon as the other guys threw the bales up onto the wagon. Sounds simple enough, right?
Well, we had just finished picking up God knows how many bales and the wagon was loaded to the max. I did good with driving the tractor my first time out, until I got about 50 yards from the barn. I didn't see the stinking groundhog hole until the last second. I swerved slightly and missed it with the tractor, but the dang wagon wheel found it and tipped it enough to spill at least half of the wagon. Now, you would think the other guys would take pity on the dumb kid, but NOOO. I had to reload the wagon all by my lonesome. By the time I had finished, I was totally exhausted when I was asked if I could stay later and clean the milking parlor after the milking was done. Back in those days, I was a greedy little dude, so, yeah, I stayed and picked a little extra money.
I think that's where the saying comes from, "You gotta' make hay when the sun is shining." Don't you think?