Back when I was just 61 & 62, I spent the better part of two winters supervising drilling operations east of Bismarck. That was COLD.
I didn't want to use the porta potty for fear that I'd freeze to it and suffer the humiliation of screaming for the crew to pry me out.
Pheasants - they were abundant.
Farmers - they were as nice as those in Oklahoma.
You have my respect Fordj.
BTW, our drilling crew was from Havre. I didn't know that Montanans and NorDakers didn't get along until our driller was bragging about how many bouncers it took to throw them out of a Bismarck bar. Apparently a local told them to pipe down. They responded "we are from Montana, and this is what we do." And then it started.
I didn't want to use the porta potty for fear that I'd freeze to it and suffer the humiliation of screaming for the crew to pry me out.
Pheasants - they were abundant.
Farmers - they were as nice as those in Oklahoma.
You have my respect Fordj.
BTW, our drilling crew was from Havre. I didn't know that Montanans and NorDakers didn't get along until our driller was bragging about how many bouncers it took to throw them out of a Bismarck bar. Apparently a local told them to pipe down. They responded "we are from Montana, and this is what we do." And then it started.