Scything, the Lost Art?

This summer my neice and I were caught mid-swing at the scything workshop our Farmer’s Union Local 316 hosted at the Frontenac plowing match. We were blown away by the skill shown by handlers and horses alike as the huge beasts fairy-stepped between sod lines, neither stumbling nor crushing the lines. When it came to our turn to try a farm skill we found in scything an art form which requires energy and precision to accomplish. Although the blade is sharp (and gets sharpened every 10 paces or so), our greatest fear was a cut to our pride, not shins!