Boys will be boys. Boys with energy and imagination who have access to exotic supplies may get a little out of hand from time to time.

In 1963 Ford made a red one-ton truck. The engine was the 292 cubic inch “Y” block V-8. This one came with a 5-speed transmission. I became its proud owner in 1969.

Expect each new year in the hay business to be either a short hay year or a long hay year.

I was juror number twenty-four. There were a couple of us who had the audacity to state on our questionnaire that we had obtained a four-year degree from a college or university.

Any stockman will tell you that hay trucks don’t really run well until there is snow on the ground. Or so it seemed by the timing of the orders for hay.

It’s going to be a wild ride. That is the only thing I am sure of for the hay market for the next couple or three years.

It takes a certain amount of energy to move a similar weight and frontal area of vehicle at a given speed American Fork, Utah. 1965. I met a fellow who made his living traveling from place to place trimming the hooves of dairy cows.

“How old are you, Grandpa?” asked Ashton, my ten-year-old grandson. I had just shared a newspaper article with Ashton’s grandmother, mother and father.

Twenty-two and one-half percent was once the minimum cost of preserving the top and bottom of haystacks from the elements.

The pie
We got started later than planned, which was not unusual for my household. The outing site this year was the Ensign Ranch, west of Cle Elem, Washington, just a few miles off of the freeway and yet right beside the freeway.