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.
Could be. That might have even helped me overcome my pale skin and flabby belly. :-)