Every summer, starting at age 10, I worked on relative’s ranches near Coalmont, CO (North Park) putting up hay.
These are old school, 110-120 lb wire tie bales. More common now are round bales 6’ in diameter and large square bales that need large equipment to move and stack.
Being a strong lad, I soon went from driving tractors moving and raking hay to busting bales, like 2,000 – 2,200 a day.
Farming today has become so mechanized summer jobs for kids are scarce if they are not family. I think the country is poorer in spirit and appreciation of hard work for it.
There are many worse ag jobs than bucking bales. Thinning beets comes to mind.
Once I was back home, there were the bales from our own 20 acres of hayfields to pickup and store in the barn. We had an old twine tie bailer so those bales were only 80 lbs. Each one had to be tossed onto a flatbed Ford pickup and then you would jump on and off the pickup to stack them six high. At the barn the process was reversed. Labor intensive to be sure.
My sister, nine years younger, would steer the pickup as I walked alongside bucking the bales. The little shit would slowly push on the throttle and I would go from a walk to a trot. Yeah, fun times.
“MOM, he yelled at me!!!!”
Well, no shit.
And I loath this "new and improved" blogger.