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Okla/Kans Bill
12-31-2002 19:05:23
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Re: Hay Racks , The Real Story in reply to Michael Soldan, 12-29-2002 06:14:08
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My Grandad, on his place there was a 4oft long hog house about 20ft from the front of the barn. Consequently he couldnt put an elevator in that way, and the barn had a lean to shed attached to the back, so he couldnt go that way either with an elevator so he stuck with the tope and hooks. He could take up 8 bales at a time, and I thought it was great as beinside and doing the stacking you never got to dusty as the dust would have plenty of time to cleart before the next load came up. I was asmatic and si I appricated that a lot. I was around 8 and my cousin , a koriean war vet, now dead of old age, was a big tough kid then. They let me run the trip rope. Well I wanted to do a good job, so I kickefd the excess rope away and wrapped the rope around my hands. Well when my uncle inside holloerd trip I yanked. not enough. I yanked again, byt by then the rope was far enougn inside I couldnt get a good pull down. I didnt yank again, i was heading up the side of the barn. My cousin grabbed me raised me up and with the other hand yanked the rope. Later, when we was stacking and a load would dump, we wpould stack it and when the ropes would egin to tighten, grab hold and they would take us clear to the top of the barn(my brother and me). when we let go they would snap hard rither the rail or the barn roof. Once, my grandad thought the rope was being cut on one of the pullys. He came into the barn to see me up 40ft on the top of the barn (LET GO OF THE G_____ _ ROPE) which I did.
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