Anonymous-0
Well-known Member
I cut hay on shares on 20 acres of river bottom land in Central Vermont. Due to the wet weather during June and July this summer I didn't get it cut before we had high water and flooding in early August. About two thirds of it went under two to five feet of water for several hours on the sixth of August. The first week in September I finally got finished on the hill and moved down there and cut the hay on the unflooded part. It was a combination of dead and down first crop, with second crop grown up through it. My old Hesston 1091 mower-conditioner made hard and slow work of it. It was sort of like mowing a sheep. I got that dry and baled, and I was planning to wait for a wet day and bush-hog the rest of it and call it finished for the year. HOWEVER, the landowner had other ideas. "$$$$Somebody will buy it for mulch!!$$$$." SO, he got his neighbor to come down with a discbine and lay down every thing that was left. The pictures show the flood,
and then the dust storm that resulted when I baled the hay. The woman in the first picture is standing on the road behind where the two wagons are parked in the third baling picture.
My tractor looks as if I had been cultivating, not haying.
We put half the bales in his barn, sold two loads off the wagon, and stacked the res in the field with a tarp over it. I last handled any of it on Saturday, and even though we all wore masks, I am still coughing and sniffling and feeling poorly.