The Goat Pen

Saint wrote: ↑Wed Sep 23, 2020 11:19 pm Damn, did you ever go up in the hayloft and get it on?

Didn't Gator tell some story about banging a thick-legged girl from NC in a hayloft one time?

the farm had these haybales that were like 8 foot tall and 12 foot long. When we were dating we had sex on one of them.

damn, that's a good memory for a 50'ish old married guy

Saint wrote: ↑Wed Sep 23, 2020 9:56 pm I drove a Farmall putting in tobacco. I had the highly specialized job of trucking bulk racks to the barn. It required special skills, unlike the hand-cropping job that Hedge had.

You're right, it did take a special kind of Stupid to be relegated to driving the tractor. That job was reserved for old men who, due to respect for elders, the artha-ritus and the ingrained country stubbornness that wouldn't allow these ancient veterans to sit at home while there was still one leaf that needed cropping, or else, if there wasn't one of those guys available due only to death or a malady so severe they couldn't risk being tied upright on the tractor seat, then yes, they were forced to resort to the pool of youngsters who came in the help every summer, and naturally they would choose the retard. So congrats on that...

"the farm had these haybales that were like 8 foot tall and 12 foot long."

All this farm talk has caused eCat to segue effortlessly back into his natural country brogue...

Nope, my farmer , Donald Rogers, ran a buck barn operation unlike that stick barn shit hole scene at the Batts farm. Thus the tractor drivers had to be able to lift 100 lb racks, quickly and efficiently. Any simpleton can snap.leaves off a plant

I've probably said this before but from about 8th grade to my junior year I hauled hay - the rectangular wire bound bales that weighed about 50 or so. We had a 4 man crew, tractor driver, wagon guy and a guy on each side of the wagon to pick up the bales in the field. If you were sporty you could go without the tractor driver and just have one of the field guys run up to steer the tractor in low gear if you felt comfortable enough he wouldn't get runtover. It was good money for a summer job. I'd bring in a couple of hundred dollars for 3 days work and all the soda pop I could drink.

One day we are going down the road and see these jackasses that had the hay baler feeding directly onto the wagon instead of on the ground, and we felt like idiots - people had been doing it our way for decades and these city boys eliminated the need for 2 guys and sped the process up - probably because they only had 2 guys and needed a way to make it work.

Saint wrote: ↑Fri Sep 25, 2020 9:26 am Nope, my farmer , Donald Rogers, ran a buck barn operation unlike that stick barn shit hole scene at the Batts farm. Thus the tractor drivers had to be able to lift 100 lb racks, quickly and efficiently. Any simpleton can snap.leaves off a plant

one job I hated was tobacco stripping. Just a nasty job. My uncle would hire out all the stay at home moms , put a 13" B&W TV on a shelf tuned to soap operas along with a Mr. Coffee machine and they go to it.

I'd cut and haul tobacco but I never would strip it. I couldn't stand breathing that dust. Setting tobacco I would have done for free as a kid just to ride on that machine all day.

"One day we are going down the road and see these jackasses that had the hay baler feeding directly onto the wagon instead of on the ground, and we felt like idiots - people had been doing it our way for decades and these city boys eliminated the need for 2 guys and sped the process up - probably because they only had 2 guys and needed a way to make it work."

You got outsourced...

I worked in a stick barn one summer. They'd sew the tobacco onto a stick and then pass it into the barn, me and one other guy would be standing up in the barn, straddling the crossbeams upon which you laid the stick of tobacco. They'd pass up a stick, then whoever was on the bottom would pass it up to the next guy and he'd place it on the crossbeams. No telling how many thousands of sticks we hung that summer. Probably weighed 15-20 lbs. each. The worst part was in the morning when there was still jdew on the leaves, that shit would drip down on you if you were on the bottom beams. Then by noon it would be 120 degrees in the top of the barn. I doubt I could even get up on the beams today, much less lean over and pass up 15 lb. sticks of tobacco...

I bailed hay for two summers in high school. There is zero desire to have sex in a hay loft or on hay for that matter.

you forget what hormones made you do at 19 years old

damn, I want to call her up and talk to her now

sardis wrote: ↑Fri Sep 25, 2020 11:17 am I bailed hay for two summers in high school. There is zero desire to have sex in a hay loft or on hay for that matter.

Shut up

I remember watching my aunt and grandmother loop leaves on sticks before that sewing thing came on the scene. They could do that shit so fast that it was like some kind of country magic trick.

I worked in the field for the first trailer load and would get soaked completely by the first 5 yards of the first row in the early morning because of the dew on the leaves. At least I could dry off running the tractor back and forth to the barns and the field.

Yeah, tractor boy. Mama's boy. Teacher's pet. Rape victim. Angry man..

Born with a silver spittoon

queerbait, both of yous

Dad and Uncle Tom bragged that they could each do stick barns solo. Dad and Tom would climb up and down like monkeys, pushing the poles / sticks up into the racks / rafters, climbing up, putting the tobacco up and climbing back down, and they swore they could each do it as fast as two and three man teams could do it.

I was lucky. I never had to work in the tobacco fields. By the time I came along, migrant workers had come along to provide the labor. So, I cut grass in the neighborhood, worked at dad's store, helped with deliveries, did some stuff at the farm with the pastures or Granny's yard, or did whatever dad told me to do in the shop, usually something to do with a truck or piece of farm equipment he had purchased to fix up and sell.

I would sweat my ass off and work like hell, but I'm damn glad I never had to harvest / barn tobacco.

I worked at Sunglass Hut

Did you ever beat off in the kiosk?

I could have. That mall was dead.

So was your pudd...