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THE CHORE I HATE THE WORST

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Cleaning water troughs,especially in a drought,I must have one ole cow that gets pleasure backing up to the troughs and letting loose,seems like I am draining/cleaning water troughs every other day.
If I can catch her,her butt is headed to town................good luck
 
LOL I read the title...and before it opened, I was tryin to think of the chore I hate the most....couldnt think of one. But..when I read yours......I had to shake my head in agreement...that would be one I hated...but haven't had to do.
If I had to choose one...I guess it would be stringin tin on flood gates. I don't mind any other kinda fence buildin.....but hate puttin the tin on those.
 
driving posts and digging post holes hands down.

every once in a while you hit some dirt. most of the time around here you just hit rock. grab your bar and break that devil or quit are the options.

of course, once you get the posts set, they don't go to wavering around like in the dirt. so, you only have to dig posts once a lifetime. after that when you replace them they go abck in the old hole.

one good thing is if you catch the kids out drinking or troublemaking, the next day you get em up early and set them to digging a hole.

that's a cure for a lot of evil.
 
kwebb said:
driving posts and digging post holes hands down.

every once in a while you hit some dirt. most of the time around here you just hit rock. grab your bar and break that devil or quit are the options.

of course, once you get the posts set, they don't go to wavering around like in the dirt. so, you only have to dig posts once a lifetime. after that when you replace them they go abck in the old hole.

one good thing is if you catch the kids out drinking or troublemaking, the next day you get em up early and set them to digging a hole.

that's a cure for a lot of evil.
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8) I remember that -the later yu got home the more square bales yu would haul the next day--plus the water bottle was on tractor with
 
Oh! I forgot hay hauling in August!

The top of that barn must be 125 degrees. My mom or aunt driving the pickup and us walking tossing the bales up to the stacker.

That was before we discovered heatstroke and passing out. You just worked. In longsleeves, too, to keep the hay off you and by the end of the day nothing even itched anymore somehow.

People ask me how hay catches fire. I say it's because that guy throwing it in the barn is on fire himself. How could it not?

I remember thinking an inner tube in a muddy stock tank was the best place I've ever been on one of those days. I also remember how the rattle snakes would get baled up and how you could smell them before you even touched the bales they were in.

Or the way the barn would smell when a snake got scared in there. Isn't it funny how you remember sights, smells, and sounds like that?
 
We didn't have indoor plumbing, and it was my job to clean out the privy every year, it didn't take very long to figure out, it was better to do that chore in December, instead of waiting until July. The plus side of that chore was, I knew that I didn't have to do it, for the rest of my life.

Ben Roberts
 
Ben Roberts said:
We didn't have indoor plumbing, and it was my job to clean out the privy every year, it didn't take very long to figure out, it was better to do that chore in December, instead of waiting until July. The plus side of that chore was, I knew that I didn't have to do it, for the rest of my life.

Ben Roberts
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I thought they often just filled in the old hole, dug a new one elsewhere and dragged the structure to the new site. Maybe not in rocky country?
 
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Ben Roberts said:
We didn't have indoor plumbing, and it was my job to clean out the privy every year, it didn't take very long to figure out, it was better to do that chore in December, instead of waiting until July. The plus side of that chore was, I knew that I didn't have to do it, for the rest of my life.

Ben Roberts
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I thought they often just filled in the old hole, dug a new one elsewhere and dragged the structure to the new site. Maybe not in rocky country?
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That's the way we did it.
 
Jeez you all need to get some cows to milk. Nothing beats fixing a broken stable cleaner chain in the return corner with a flooded gutter when it's -40 out and the wind's howling in the return right on your hands which are under "water" that's quickly freezing and it takes you 20 minutes in there to get the chain back together and get the ice off it.
 
Worst I have heard about is cleaning the manure draining area underneath a confinment hog operaration if the scraper or whatever it is breaks down... Had a friend out west describe it to me once... I almost vomited at the sheer descripton, the tought of doing it... My oh my...

Fencing is my worst job.. That and thistle control, mostly because it seems to be a loosing battle.
 
Worst job I ever tackled was cleaning out a cow that a calf died inside of.

He must have been dead for several weeks. Whoa!
 
Cutting twine off the bale processor is something I don't really look foward to. I run a lot of bales through it and it doesn't take long to get a bunch. Cleaning out the cattle pot also sucks. Giving the neighbor boy $50 to do it seems to be money well spent.
 
I think Mike's job ranks the highest so far. Manure jobs are a little nasty, cold is hard to take and putting fence posts in is hard work, but anything to do close up with dead and rotting flesh has got to be the worst. I used to work on a confinement hog farm. That smell is bad, but once you're there you get used to it and don't really notice it until you leave. I don't think you can get used to rotten flesh.
 
Hmm...Rotting flesh is bad, but putting down a good horse or dog hurts the heart.....I'll take sinus discomfort anytime over heartache,

PPRM
 
Sorting cattle in deep mud. :shock: :shock: :shock:

Especially when you walk out of your boots, and can't pull them back out, and have to walk twenty feet to the fence, in your socks in mud up to your knees, then sideways along a hundred feet of corral fence, then jump down and walk sock footed to the house down the lane that's half snow and half mud.

I never saw my boots again. :shock: :D :D :D :D
 
Kato, tooooooooo funny!!!! Been there, done that, but not to the extent of what you did.

My most hated chore .......... HOUSE CLEANING!!!!!!! Molly Maid where are you when I need you?
 

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