Our biggest customer called wanting us to stack some grass hay. It had been out up by another local custom guy. When I went over to look at it, and I am serious, the bales ranged from 38 to 49 inches. I also noticed a few bales were seven flakes and most were eight flakes. My wagon won't stack those.
He currently, as I type this, has four high school kids out there picking hay, about 1800 bales I would guess. Ouch. The young men are getting a dollar a Bale picked up hailed and stacked.
Anyway, the first thing I noticed was a rake in one corner of a big Alfalfa field and a very broken swather in a different corner. It looks to have died a horrible death. At this point I was guessing the other fella was just about out of business. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what was coming next.
Even though I said I wasn't, I just did. Overall, I had to tune up my old swather a bit, but it ran well and the hay is on the ground.
I tried to quit, I promise.
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