Here my 68 year old father stacking bales on the back of the truck. My uncle is driving while a neighbor and I picked them up from the field. They were calling these ‘old man’ bales as they only weighed 45-50 lbs. The bales still in the field are on end in hopes that they don’t pick up too much moisture which can lead to mold degrading its quality. It’s June, cool and moist.