Remembering that crazy hot week in July '09 at the county fairgrounds
It was over 100 degrees for five days straight, and I was the only farrier who showed up to shoe for the draft horse pull. I had a line of eight Belgians and Percherons, each needing a full set. My anvil felt like it was sitting on the sun, and the forge heat just made the air thicker. What made it stand out, though, was the old timer who ran the event, a guy named Frank. He brought me a steady stream of ice water in a metal bucket and set up a big fan, saying, 'A man who works in this heat deserves a little wind.' We got through every horse, and the teamwork with the handlers in that brutal weather just felt different, more solid. I still think about that week when I'm on a tough job. Anyone else have a story about a day where a small act of help turned a terrible job around?