When I was in my late teens I was visiting an uncles farm in Northern Minnesota. It just so happened to be haying time and he was short handed. I offer to help bale but he said what he really needed was for someone to rake. Having never been on a tractor of that size, he gave me a few quick lessons and sent me on my way, with him and the baler right behind me. As I was going along it became very hot, so naturally I took my shirt off (see where I am going with this). When we finished the field and got back to the farm I realized that my shirt was gone. I went back to find it but it was gone. My uncle had a real good laugh over that. He said that I litteraly "Lost my shirt in farming" He even claimed that he saw one of the cows wearing it that winter /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif That is the first time that him and I really "connected". He's gone now, but everytime I take my shirt off on the tractor I think of him.