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Or, Curses! Foiled again!
As you may know, we sold the cows last year and changed our focus to making hay. Hay is not nearly as much fun as cows, but there is at least some potential to be able to pay the taxes and such at the end of the year.
In fact, it has been pretty good to us so far. The boss makes good hay and has had a lot of repeat customers.
Anyhow, big loads we sell out of the barnyard, but thanks to the driveway being more of a guideline than a rule, if people only want a few bales he takes it down to the bottom by the road and loads them there.
Yesterday he loaded out hay pretty much all day. Last load was just a little one to a new customer, so he put it in the skid steer bucket and took it down to wait.
First an Amishman pulled up and offered him a little more than half what we are selling it for and was quite put out not to get a discount.
Then, just as he was pulling away, some guys in a green pickup truck pulled a 180, spun into the driveway, jumped out of the truck, and headed for the skid steer.
Now, the boss is a man of average height and he piles the hay pretty high on the bucket. It's a white Bobcat and he was wearing a white tee shirt..... So I guess you couldn't see him all that well.
Anyhow, those good old boys walked right up to the hay before he said quietly, "Can I help you fellows?"
I guess they didn't even leave tracks getting back into that truck and peeling away.
We lost a few bales earlier this winter when the boss tried leaving a few at the bottom while he went up for more. I wonder if he found the culprits......
Anyhow, we had a real good laugh at their expense.