As a kid I had the privilege of gathering up the bundles and stacking them in the field. About 10 or 12 bundles would form a shock that looked like a tepee. Then later we loaded them on a wagon and hauled them to the barn where an old International tractor ran a hammer mill. We would feed one bundle at a time into the mill and out came chopped feed. Thats where I lost much of my hearinghammer mills were LOUD!


When an old man dies a library burns to the ground. (Old African proverb)