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Michael: I remember the hayloader very well, first haying job I ever had was driving W4 on the hayloader. My grand father was getting a bit rough on the clutch as he aged. At about 6-7 dad plunked me in seat of W4, said, " You've go a job as long as the guys on the load don't complain." That would have been 48 or 49. Dad's word didn't hold true, we got a new H in the spring of 51 and by that time I had graduated to one of the guys on the load, and my younger brother had the tractor driving job. That was the last year for the hayloader. My brother on tractor, two of us on the load, a guy hauling wagons to and from the barn. Dad in the haymow, a guy setting the pitching fork on wagon and another younger brother driving Farmall Cub pulling the cable. But you know something, the very next year we got the 45 engine drive baler, baled all the hay unto wagons, and with the same crew, we had a hard job keeping up to the old loose hay production in tons per day. We had topped the 30 load mark several times with loose hay. 7' x 18' wagons and that guy I worked with on the load could build a load of loose hay from the loader, 12' wide. Dad used to run on him a bit, asking if he couldn't get a bit more on the wagon. He was just a little man about 5'6", maybe 140#, but man could he pitch a fork full of hay. He burried me at front of wagon many times. My job was tramping hay, and you knew if the last fork full went to left of wagon the next one was going right, thus you best keep on the move.
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