I was at the folks last night. Two loads of hay showed up from the neighbors to unload. The old man needed help, now mind you I haven’t throw bails in about 10 years. After unloading about 200 bails last night I thought I was about to have a coronary and it became quite apparent that I’m a weak little girl
What the heck happened to me, I still remember the summers of 90′ 91′ where we threw up about 7,000 + bails up each summer. I’m feeling old and decrepid this morning. It’s times like this have me saying what the heck happened to me. I still remind myself that during these trying times that things could be worse. Like being related in any way, shape, or form to folks like Blue Fleck, WF99, Lip Ripper, Bob Bowman, or in a worst case scenario Gary Wellman