Savell doesnt seem like a bailer to me. I have the i pay you 10cents a bail, and all the cold beer you want to load, buck and put up out of my field vibe from him. Grunt work, but nothing more fun then doing then doing the copper head shuffle on a hot hot summer night after you kick over a 50 pound bail to buck up on the trailer.

Done my fair share of it. When we were done for the day it felt like I'd been mud rasslin a herd of turpentined porcupines. It'll make a man out of a sissy. That, or take him out of the gene pool.
Now that you have relinquished your service, admirable service in my opinion, as Deputy Dog, I kindly like the ring of Hay Hand as your new call sign.
Mess with a Hay Hand and you'll find yourself throwd up into the top of the mow where its dark and hot and full of spiders.

Everything you said resulted me walking into a recruiter's office.