Hey Nova,
I can remember those 120 degree days up in the hay loft.
I also remember the day when the old farmer that I was working for, seen a rattlesnake going into the baler. I was hooking the bales and stacking them on the hay wagon. He never said a word, but I noticed he kept grinning. When we got back to the barn and was unloading the wagon, he stopped at a certain bale and took out his jackknife and cut open the bale. Out came a large chopped up rattlesnake.
Just thinking about the good old days,
Thanks for the memories,
Clayton