I picked up many, many hay bales when I was a kid, right up until I finished school and went to work. The first thing I ever remember driving was a Farmall C in the hay field, before I even started school. I would just steer between 2 rows of bales while my Daddy and Grandfather loaded the wagon. Daddy would jump on at the end of the field and turn up between 2 more rows, then jump off and load the wagon. We raised hogs and some crops, but Daddy did a lot of work for other people because he had all the equipment- mowers, rake, baler, bush hog, combine- a pull type, IH 80- a mounted corn picker that fit a Ford 5000, and so on. By the time me and my two brothers were teenagers we could run all of it. I liked combining and picking corn, and baling hay. My older brother would rake and I would bale. That was fun, but then we usually had to help get the hay up- I think we might have been part of the deal! My younger brother and I used to help a guy that lived near us in they hay field all the time. His son was a grown man, in his 20's, we were still teenagers, but he always drove the truck and drank Budweiser and we had to stack the hay. His daddy told us "y'all have to stack it, because y'all know how- if Hugh stacked it we'd never get out of the field without it falling off". It wasn't bad at all though because they had a conveyer thing that hooked to the side of the truck, which was a C50 Chevrolet dump truck, and brought the bales up to you so we didn't have to pick it up off the ground and throw it on the truck.