If you are like me, you have a
spot you put your hay (in my case it's round bales), and
the one thing that seems to always happen to round bales
is? They have a great tendency to lose their string. What
can be done about this national problem? Nothing, picking
up string will be a ranchers nightmare forever!
One of my chores is to fix the
fence around, beside and across this web of string. I
spend some time rolling this stuff up, but my
patience is limited and so is time. So I make my
rounds fixing the fence beside this nightmare and
pull through the web of string.
Unknown to me is that some of the
web wraps around my tire and catches on the brake line.
Now it is time for something to fill the empty spot in my
stomach. I make the trip to the nearest cafe.
Tired and hungry I pull into
town and find the local beauty queens smiling and
waving to me. Thinking I must be looking fine riding
in my dusty truck, I park in the lot. When I step out
I see this string followed me to town. With some
around my axle and most hanging out past the bumper,
and the last foot looking like a frizzy blow dry with
split ends, I realize I may have missed the true
meaning of the girls waving. Were they waving at me,
or my string?
By Rick Vorce
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