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Brad Nelson

In Tales of a Hay Hauler, Brad Nelson shares his unique perspective of the forage industry through his hay-hauling experiences, skillfully woven through storytelling and humor.

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As I remember it from the short story in the paper, an individual received a call from someone who told him that there might be a burglary in progress at his home.

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Life for me has been all too interesting since I underwent surgery for total joint replacement on both knees. Since no one reading this is getting any younger, perhaps my experiences will be useful to someone else.

Several people have asked if they added to my height when they put in the new knees. The doc claims not. But I can now stand with my legs fully straight, a thing I could not do before, so I may well appear to be taller. The other regular question is why in the world I would have both knees done at the same time. The doctor recommended I do both at once. He said physical condition of the patient and whether one knee was noticeably worse than the other were the pertinent factors in this decision.

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1 The number of women I have been married to. I intend to keep this one forever. Among other things, I’m too old to start breaking in another one. Number One tells me I’m so set in my ways that another one would not want me anyway.

2 The times my son Dan out-shot me at a sanctioned handgun silhouette match. The first time it happened I told him to walk home. In thirty seconds he had five offers of a ride home that included stopping for ice cream on the way.

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Pop cans have changed over the years, particularly the method to open either pop cans or those containing “barley pop.” Those very much younger than yours truly think a “church key” is the key that unlocks the door of a house of worship.

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Leo was also a gardener. His garden was like mine, a miracle garden. With the travel schedule of a hay hauler, it was a miracle if the garden survived.

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I love to eat turkey. I know that the logic of the thought is faulty, but it seems to me the more turkey I eat, the fewer turkeys there are in the world.

It was 1968. I was freshly married and in college. The employment I found to go with the college and the new family left me working Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays and attending college Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. My employer had a fair amount of farm land as well as a small feedlot and too many turkeys.

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