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Mike in Mn. 01-19-2013 11:46:50 74.37.49.109 Report to Moderator	I shouldn't say anything, but here's a little story. Must be twenty years ago I had this young man buying hay from me, he was from New York City, worked in high finance in Mpls. and married a local girl. He was a very nice and polite fellow, would always call first and come over on Sat. morning. Brand new F250 4x4 always spotless, would put on about 25 bales, thats it, didn't think it would haul any more than that. He always had on brand new carharts etc. really playing the game. One Sat. he called and said the had two college buddies in town from NY and could he bring them along, and to let them load and for me to just watch, he wanted to show them how hard he worked to haul this hay. So I just watched these three guys, all different nationalities struggle loading this hay, and I had to laugh to myself, If my Grandfather could be there in his 100 year old barn and watch this sight-he would just shake his head in disbelief. But they were all nice guys and it was a new experience for them. After about a year of this we delivered his hay, he did have a NAA and a nice place, two horses and a goat. Then they were gone the next year. [Reply]   [No Email]
scotc 01-20-2013 14:16:56 75.238.252.251 Report to Moderator	Re: My schools in reply to Mike in Mn., 01-19-2013 11:46:50   The only thing that could make that story better was if you delivered 50 bales with your Ford Ranger. [Reply]  [No Email]