For years we'd try different techniques for throwing our 300 or so bales up to the back hay loft. Either a pulley system or me tossing them up with a pitchfolk seemed to be the most reliable choices. It wasn't nostalgia for the old ways so much as just not having a hay elevator! This year some kind neighbors let us borrow theirs. What a difference. The old elevator banged and clattered away, but it did the job. In under and hour we were done, and for the first time in years I won't be popping Tylenol and complaining for days about sore shoulders and back.