We 'made the transition' in 1972 or 73 because we couldn't find enough help to continue baling/handling/feeding small bales for the size of operation we had. After consulting with a local farmer who had a large round baler (turned out to be my future FIL), it was decided and here I am 5?_years later. Six models of big baler from 3 manufactures and this one will finish me out.
We didn't have enough help to have two stackers on the wagon behind the baler.
I think that was my first beer too. After a long day baling for the neighbor. I also remember a similar aged girl to me (about 15) offering me cold lemonade one day when we pulled in the farmyard. I never even got her number or saw her again but getting to chat with a pretty girl was enough reward in those days to make a long day stacking seem worth it.Brings back some memories. First beer I ever tasted was after my dad and I helped an uncle. I was up in the haymow with my cousin, stacking them up there after they came up on the elevator. Hot, whew. My uncle and dad had a beer after we finished and I got one. Ice cold beer, what a learning experience. NW Iowa.
When I was in college, a friend convinced me to come back about a week early so I could help him bale for a farmer he worked summers for. Just the two of us, and he drove the baler. I stacked them on the wagon - the farmer drove the full wagons back to his place after returning an empty one. Many beers were consumed after those 10 hour days. SE South Dakota.
We didn't have enough help to have two stackers on the wagon behind the baler. In 68, I had no help and baled 4-5 letting them slide off the chute onto the wagon, then stop and stack those, back to the tractor, repeat until not enough room left on wagon, go unload those, and repeat. That went on for days until I finished.![]()
In 68, I had no help and baled 4-5 letting them slide off the chute onto the wagon, then stop and stack those, back to the tractor, repeat until not enough room left on wagon, go unload those, and repeat.
This one reminded me of a funny story. My older brother wasn't doing anything so he decided to go help our neighbors put of hay. He didn't really like the Dad, but he liked the two boys, Roger and Sam. They had just finished a load of square bales and was headed to the barn with them. Since they had plenty of help they stacked the load high. The Dad was riding on top of the load and Sam was driving the tractor. It was a hot day and Sam was taking his time driving the tractor. Finally the Dad yelled, "we ain't got all day Sammy, put her down in old high gear". Well, Sammy obliged him, he put her down in old high and up front there was a big tree and Sammy headed straight for the tree that had a low branch and knocked the Dad right off the load. I didn't get to personally see it but it makes me laugh every time I tell about it.The hassle with that was the situation when a bale fell off the chute just as you turned around to change directions and it landed on the ground, occasionally just where the wagon's front wheel would run over it and . . .![]()
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