Growing up in east tennessee, I knew a fair amount of people who either grew tobacco or had family or friends that grew it and could always use the help. Some weekends we would do it from sun up to down, looking back it was a lot of fun but at the time I thought it was horribly hard and sticky work.
OMG how could I forget to include the stickiness! So sticky that your cap stuck to your head. The top of your head was the only spot that remained unsticky, until a mean straw boss took your cap off while his buds smeared substances in your hair. FUN TIMES! lol
I'm working on one right now...just got back from a 9 hour day actually. Let me tell ya, nothing sets up a good cigar night better than bustin' your ass all day in a tobacco field.
I've never even seen one. In fact, I'm not sure if it's even grown here in Texas. The stories of working in the fields and on crops around these parts either have to do with picking cotton or bailing hay.
I'm working on one right now...just got back from a 9 hour day actually. Let me tell ya, nothing sets up a good cigar night better than bustin' your ass all day in a tobacco field.
Im starting to think this is my dream job, busting my ass in some place semi-tropical all day does not sound so bad at all, Can anyone get me a job in Honduras or Nicaragua? Hell Dude love any opening where you are?
Kinda reminds me helping my Grandfather picking corn, lima beans, green beans...etc in his garden. And being out in 95 degree heat mixed with 80% humidity in the hot Georgia sun was not fun. I can still hear those big ass cicadas. My Grandfather is gone now, but boy what I would I give just to have one more afternoon out there with him.
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