Round hay baler introduced

[denoginnizer]

I was listening to this ol cattlemen the other day talking about how he used to have to stack square bales . When I asked him why he didnt use a round baler he looked at me kinda funny and said that there wernt any until the early 70's.

I guess I never thought about it since they been around all my life time.

 

[backhoeboogie]

I was listening to this ol cattlemen the other day talking about how he used to have to stack square bales . When I asked him why he didnt use a round baler he looked at me kinda funny and said that there wernt any until the early 70's.

I guess I never thought about it since they been around all my life time.

When they first came out, everyone was skeptical. It didn't make sense to leave hay out in the weather etc.

We used to haul hay, stack it in barns, and we were tickled to have the extra money. Kids hauled hay for everyone they could find. When it got to 15 cents a bale to haul it, we thought we were going to get rich.

I don't know how old I was, but some of my first hayfield memories were trying to keep the truck going straight between the rows. They'd put the truck in granny gear, and my job was to keep the truck in center between the hay rolls. I couldn't reach the petals. I was on my knees in the seat. No power steering of course. If the tire went over a mound, I had to hang on for dear life. I figured out how to straddle the gopher mounds, but then there would be piles of them.

 

[cfpinz]

I can barely remember life before our first round baler. Some of my favorite memories were of coming home from school, helping my Grandpa throw squares out onto the back of his 63 F350 and throwing off the pats as he drove through the field. That was fun in the snow.

cfpinz

 

[msscamp]

I was listening to this ol cattlemen the other day talking about how he used to have to stack square bales . When I asked him why he didnt use a round baler he looked at me kinda funny and said that there wernt any until the early 70's.

I guess I never thought about it since they been around all my life time.

I don't know how old I was, but some of my first hayfield memories were trying to keep the truck going straight between the rows. They'd put the truck in granny gear, and my job was to keep the truck in center between the hay rolls. I couldn't reach the petals. I was on my knees in the seat. No power steering of course. If the tire went over a mound, I had to hang on for dear life. I figured out how to straddle the gopher mounds, but then there would be piles of them.

I have some of the same memories! ;-) :lol: :lol: :lol: Round and big square balers didn't make there appearance up here until well after the early 70's - more like mid to late 80's, maybe later, I'm not really sure. I remember us hauling small squares and stacking them - tons and tons of hay - until I thought I would die if I had to pick up another bale. Now we have a ten-pack and an accumulator. Isn't progress wonderful? :lol: :lol: :lol:

 

[Carlos D.]

At 15 and 16 I worked for a farmer in Ontario we put up 7000 square bales each year I would drive the tractor on the baler in the field he would stack them on the wagon behind .When we were full unhook the wagon from the baler ,unhook baler , and hook the tractor on the wagon . Off to the barn ;he would throw the bales on the elevator ,I went up in the loft and stacked them .God I thought I was tough at the end of the summer, and it put me well on my way from changeing from a boy to a man

 

[Green Creek]

When I was about fourteen, my father loaned my sister and I to an old neighbor who still put up loose hay in the loft. We were there to help pack it. Believe me it was hot business. He drove a pair of mules to the hayfield, loaded it sky high and then it was off to the barn along a major highway with us sitting on top of the hay. The ultimate humiliation was a group of tourists sliding to a stop to take our picture. Show me a teenage girl that would appreciate that.

 

[Cabo]

When I was about fourteen, my father loaned my sister and I to an old neighbor who still put up loose hay in the loft. We were there to help pack it. Believe me it was hot business. He drove a pair of mules to the hayfield, loaded it sky high and then it was off to the barn along a major highway with us sitting on top of the hay. The ultimate humiliation was a group of tourists sliding to a stop to take our picture. Show me a teenage girl that would appreciate that.

Been there, done that, the loft of a barn in August is one of the hottest places I've ever been. Seemed like Dad could throw up 100 lbs at a time. Has anyone ever hauled the small round bales about the size of a square but rolled?

 

[rkm]

Cabo, yes I remember the small round bales. Made by a Allis-Chambler. Was that the first round baler? Some of our neighbors left them lay in the field and the grass would grow up around them. Turn the cows in november, they would eat the grass until it snowed, then eat the bales. It was called year around grazing.

 

[Green Creek]

When I was about fourteen, my father loaned my sister and I to an old neighbor who still put up loose hay in the loft. We were there to help pack it. Believe me it was hot business. He drove a pair of mules to the hayfield, loaded it sky high and then it was off to the barn along a major highway with us sitting on top of the hay. The ultimate humiliation was a group of tourists sliding to a stop to take our picture. Show me a teenage girl that would appreciate that.

Been there, done that, the loft of a barn in August is one of the hottest places I've ever been. Seemed like Dad could throw up 100 lbs at a time. Has anyone ever hauled the small round bales about the size of a square but rolled?

Did the small round bales too. Had an old GMC ton truck that I could not reach the pedals on so Dad put a gallon bucket behind my back. Then I was supposed to be able to let out the clutch and move forward without jarring those little round bales they were loading. Believe me, there was plenty of yelling and cussing because no way could I keep from jerking. Fun times were had by all.

 

[john250]

When I was about fourteen, my father loaned my sister and I to an old neighbor who still put up loose hay in the loft. We were there to help pack it. Believe me it was hot business. He drove a pair of mules to the hayfield, loaded it sky high and then it was off to the barn along a major highway with us sitting on top of the hay. The ultimate humiliation was a group of tourists sliding to a stop to take our picture. Show me a teenage girl that would appreciate that.

Been there, done that, the loft of a barn in August is one of the hottest places I've ever been. Seemed like Dad could throw up 100 lbs at a time. Has anyone ever hauled the small round bales about the size of a square but rolled?

Did the small round bales too. Had an old GMC ton truck that I could not reach the pedals on so Dad put a gallon bucket behind my back. Then I was supposed to be able to let out the clutch and move forward without jarring those little round bales they were loading. Believe me, there was plenty of yelling and cussing because no way could I keep from jerking. Fun times were had by all.

I had similar experiences. My instrument of torture was a 1949 Ford 1.5 ton truck. I got good on the clutch real quick, but after a while the thing would always start "surging". Speed up, slow down. Increasing frequency. Finally you have to dump the clutch. I didn't spill more than a couple loads that way.
The old men were really patient with me and I learned to work. You don't get better than that.

 

[k alton]

About 30 years ago, I was too young to really work (6-7), but I remember my uncle going to town for two loafers to haul and stack hay for $15/day from can to can't. Working in the back of the truck with bales falling on you in mid-July was tough work! One time my uncle could't find two adults so he brought back one man and two boys around 15 years old. At the end of the LONG HOT day he wrote those two boys a check for $7.50 each. They said they thought the pay was $15/day? Uncle said they did the work of one real man, they could take it or leave it. OUCH!