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Moonbear
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Now I feel priviledged. At least I got to play with bugs and throw rocks at my sister from time to time (peach pits worked too).Janus said:We had an old International Harvester baler that would miss a knot from time to time. When this happened, the bale would break apart as it came out the back. Thus the chore; You sat on the twine box behind the knotter, and as each bale came out you tugged on the twine to test the knot. If the twine came loose, you blew on a whistle. Dad would then stop the tractor, come back and tie the bale off by hand.
So there you sat, with the sun beating down on you and hay chaff sticking to you, tugging on baling twine. It was hot, itchy, and mind-numbingly boring.