There was an old poem when I was in second grade called "For Barter".
I don't even remember what it was about but I still do lots of things for barter.
6 years ago I needed 10 loads of rock. The guy who brought it found out I could weld. He would not take my money. Since then I have received more rock -- got work from him -- given work to him, worked together with him and become good networking friends.
Today I went to see when he as ready for me to put his grapple on his excavator. While we were thinking about it he asked if I would like to screen some rock with him. Would I d* d* Of course -- I love toys.
I was given a choice of the backhoe/skip loader or the 966. I took the 966. About 4 cu. yds to the bucket. I believe it was a 966 bucket I slept in next to the RR tracks after I put a ROPS on it. Got late so I needed a flat place to sleep back around 1990 or so. Train came by and blew it's horn about 3 AM. Nearly scared the crap out of me.
Here's todays ride -- for barter.
(https://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d184/glennkangiser/966.jpg)
He asked what he owed me for helping -- I told him I still owed him for rock -- we just keep trying to get even back and forth -- no one really counts. I may pick up Bobcat jackhammer work at the quarry through him. He gave me a giant trommel and a bunch of gold mining equipment. I probably owe him now.
Anybody else get deals going for barter? hmm