Yes, you do know sweating. Coincidentally, my twin brother was working a summer job hauling hay at a farm the same time I was doing framing. We used to get into arguments about whose job was worse. I finally conceded years later that his was. At least I could wear shorts. He needed to wear long sleeve shirts and long pants even on the hottest days to keep the hay from scratching him up.
I was glad about the framing job when going back to college at the end of the summer, however. The girls would look at me for about a month into the semester until the suntan wore off and the flab wore on. LOL.
Yep, if it weren’t for the dust and chaff that stuck to your sweaty body, itched and often penetrated your upper respiratory tract, hauling hay would not be so bad. We sometimes recorded temperatures of 120 degrees in the barn once the stack got near the tin roof. I rarely lacked for girlfriends and savored every minute of the attention—I think they also liked the fact we had a large cattle ranch.