Making the Cut

by Amy on August 3, 2016

 

This column was originally published July 23, 2014

I’m sure that the quilt pattern “Drunkard’s Path” was named after my hay cutting. When I windrow, my main focus is to keep the windrower’s header held straight so that the edge of the cut hay looks straight and not like a hacksaw blade edge on every pass up and down the hayfield.

When the Hubs gets the perimeter of a field lined out for me to finish, I am set up with a straight line to follow, but I have it mutilated after the first pass. In an attempt to smooth out my crooked-looking cut hay line, I misshape the rest of the field’s windrows with each pass.

My mission becomes correcting the previous correction line I tried to smooth out on the last pass down the field. I like looking down the field as I’m windrowing and not seeing my last cut line all jagged and become obsessed with getting a straight-cut hay line. Correcting my previous hay-cutting correction line is how I end up occupying my time in the windrower once looking for rocks and gopher mounds gets boring and I’ve sorted out all the thoughts I planned to think about while windrowing.

I enjoy windrowing because our windrower is one piece of equipment I’m allowed to operate that has a cab (except that the air conditioner decided to quit shortly after we started haying), but the machine’s downfall is that it is hypersensitive to steering. Our windrower’s hydraulic steering wheel is so touchy if I sneeze there will be a jag or gouge in my cut line. This is not helpful since my steering is bad enough as it is. I don’t need a hypersensitive-steering windrower to make my driving mistakes visible too. Regardless of my efforts to guide it straight, steering in the direction I’m looking is still obvious. Having to turn around to look at what’s behind me about every few minutes compounds the problem.

The fact that we have to windrow in odd-shaped fields also challenges my efforts to create clean cut-hay lines. One of the things I loathe about the Black Hills is that there is no such thing as square-shaped property lines. I don’t enjoy cutting weird shaped hayfields. One reason I’m sure I fail miserably at cutting hayfields is because math seems to be a part of haying; specifically geometry, and math has never been one of my talents. I want central and eastern South Dakota kind of hayfields that are square or rectangular; not our hypotenuse, parallelogram, trapezoid, and kids’ doodle-looking shaped hayfields. Our hay ground has angles, corners, or glob-shaped lines that make windrowing difficult due to having to go around rocks and trees that hinder my efforts to cut hay neatly.

Even though my hay-cutting doesn’t suit my standards for straight lines, fortunately, any way I cut it, the important thing is that it still makes hay.

© 2014 Amy Kirk

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Betsy September 4, 2016 at 8:45 am

Sweet Amy! I stumbled upon your blog yesterday and feel right at home! I am a southern Idaho ranch wife and along with my husband and three boys we run our cattle here in the high desert. Reading about your family and life fills me UP! I found your branding lunch “to do list” while looking at Western dishes and followed the cybertrail to you here…because your list pretty much looks like mine and I had to see who wrote it, ha! I sure do wish we were neighbors! I laughed until I cried reading your blog about the things you’ve learned about your husband – our guys would get along right fine! Mine’s comfort meal is meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and corn…always does the trick! Parts running? Oh my gosh…I so get it! I enjoy taking photos of ranch life as well…and collect heart rocks, too…and just love my life so much!! Are you still blogging? I notice the most recent blog for Aug 2016 was originally posted in 2014. Feel free to email me privately. I would love to correspond and share!

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