I think I was 11 when I got my first horse. He was a mean SOB, a spirited giant (17h) 5 year old Palomino Qtr. horse. He'd been owned by the Wyoming
State (and Western Regional) Barrel Racing Champ. Reno hated everyone. Best, fastest, horse I ever knew, but he was just plain mean. The little gal
who raced him gave him up for college and a friend of my Dad bought him. She was terrified of him, but loved him as a pet. She "gave" Reno to me,
just so long as she could still keep him as a pet. (confusing, I know, but she was afraid to ride him).
That little girl who raced him couldn't even handle him herself. Took (4) people to bridle and saddle him. Only person who could ever get near Reno
was me. For some damn reason that horse "liked" me (we'll go into his definition of 'like' in a moment). In any case, I could get a bit in his mouth
and a saddle on him and still be alive afterwards. Reno was a lightning bolt on steroids! I digress...this story isn't really about Reno, but rather
about hauling hay.
I think I was about 11 when I hauled my first hay (not me driving, of course). It was part of the deal for Reno, I'd haul all his feed forever (and
Jean would get to pet him). I was just a kid. The ride out of Rock Springs to the north wasn't so bad in the cool morning air. When we got to
Farson, it had warmed up a bit. It was August. The farmer pointed out to the hay stacks in the field and we drove the truck over. Now it was time
to start loading. But wait, the stack is 20' tall, how are we going to do this??? Get a ladder, doofus!
Now, I'd been up on some really big
ladders before, like up 4' on the 6' step ladder in the garage to push something off the rafters in the
garage, but ummmm...well...I'd never been up 20' on an extension ladder on the side of a hay stack before (sssshhhhhh....don't tell anyone!). AND,
I'd never picked up a green bale of hay before (and certainly not while standing on the top of a 20' ladder!!!).
Now for those unfamiliar, green hay is not light. In fact, it can be heavy as hell, especially for an 11 year old. Maybe 75-80 lbs or there about.
So imagine this dumb-ass 11 year old on top of a really tall ladder (like "up in the sky" tall), trying to horse a 80 lb bale of hay off the top of a
I'm sure it was funny as heck to most of the onlookers, but it was skeery as hell to this 11 year old!! Why? Because when you actually did man-up
and get the bale, you had to swing it over the side of the ladder, which put the ladder off balance, to throw it down. The whole point was to make an
opening, eventually stair steps you could walk down on the bales, but you had to start somewhere. AND, what better place to have a 11 year old
greenhorn start than at the top of the stack on the very first bale, right? LOL!! (it actually is
funny to me now)
End Pt I
edit on 7/3/2017 by Flyingclaydisk because: (no reason given)