I remember being in high school and 5 or 6 of the "city" badasses were going to come out here and show the farm boy how to get some work done. You know the type, if you can do I can do it better. We had 25 or 30 acres of wheat straw baled and were just starting to load out and stack in the barn. It only took a few minutes to find out that shorts and tennis shoes were not the best choice in wheat stubble. It only took to the end of the first load for them to find out playing video games really wasn't work and those tender little hands were in trouble.
At the end of the day only one was left and he looked bad. Cut, bleeding and blistered but he was there till the last bale was stacked. Ended up loving the farm life and we were best friends until he died.
At the end of the day only one was left and he looked bad. Cut, bleeding and blistered but he was there till the last bale was stacked. Ended up loving the farm life and we were best friends until he died.