Welcome back to part three of this journey of mine down memory lane. It’s going to be a bumpy ride because I really don’t know what direction this will be going, so hold on and strap in and please enjoy the ride.
Where I grew up really is hidden away. It’s hidden away from the hustle and bustle of big city life, even small city life. I would not have wanted to have grown up anywhere else on this great big planet.
Where I grew up is very different from any place I have ever lived or even traveled. And this was 20 years ago that I left there – and I would be safe to say I bet it hasn’t changed very much if any in those 20 years. Have you ever heard the term “cow path”? Well, Quick’s Run road was just that a “cow path”. As a matter of fact, I have walked on better cow paths as far as smooth and straight was concerned.
The road is barely wide enough to pass, and before my best friend, David became the magistrate the weeds along the road would make it seem that much skinnier. He has really improved the road a lot! While growing up on “the creek” as we called it back in the day I learned to drive at a very young age. In the previous two articles, I told you I grew up on a huge farm and by age five I was driving a farm tractor by myself doing the farm work cutting hay, raking hay, and baling hay. We started off with a square type baler that you had to handle bales of hay and stack it on a wagon and then stack it into a barn or shed. It was hot brutal work and it was itchy and dirty work.
We started off with a square type baler that you had to handle bales of hay and stack it on a wagon and then stack it into a barn or shed. It was brutally hot, itchy and very dirty work. I usually got to drive the tractor most of the times.
I don’t remember how many years we square baled all of our hay but it was a long time. Sometimes Dad would get Mickey Bennett to bring his tractor and roller and bale the hay, it was so much faster. The only problem with having Mickey come bale the hay was that his roller made a HUGE roll of hay and it weighed a lot. We only had a Ford 4100 farm tractor which is a small maybe 50 HP tractor. When we would go to move the rolls the front wheels wanted to stay up in the air like a wheelie.
I think probably it was the following year maybe that dad went and bought a new bigger tractor along with a new haybine, and a new round bale roller. But we still did a few hundred square bales per year. It sure was nice though to just go out and roll all the hay up.
I mentioned in the previous post that we raised corn and we picked it and kept it in a corn crib. All I can say is if your farm doesn’t have rats and you want these pests then store corn in a corn crib. Oh, my goodness did we ever get rats I have seen my dad sit and kill 10 or 12 rats with a pellet gun, he has way more patience than I did. He was an excellent shot too. I have seen him kill rats by shooting between the cracks in the barn siding.
Funny story, during Deer season one year he was busy hunting rats and a Kentucky Fish and Wildlife officer “game warden” saw him with a gun and drove up to him and asked how many he had gotten. Dad answered he had killed 10 or 12…the game warden thought dad was Deer hunting.