So you wanna be a cowboy, eh? Well then, you're going to need a hat, and, as with many aspects of rural life in Montana, there is a "way"

As a kid I loved to drive the truck while my dad bucked bales and stacked the hay in our barn. He always made sure there were steps for us girls to climb onto the stack and a pile of loose hay to jump into. I remember my Grandpa Corky and how he taught me the perfect way to stack small squares.