The Words of Fire Fighters

Now Boys,

This guy has the smartest Border Collie in government today. And he's a Democrat.

But as Montana burns now like Georgia, Texas & Oklahoma-last year, Utah last month, remember this : George Bush short staffed during the worst two fire seasons in our history. But it looks like red voters are burning a little faster that blue voters. Nobody's writing about it, but those people up in the Interagency Fire Center are running hard, and the "old fire season" is just started. Those folks in Boise, their command down to tough-as-nails-fire-eaters running these fire crews they've been balls to the walls since late May. I'd like to stick E. Sorbet' in a pair of "White's Smoke Jumpers" and run her ass out on to the fire-line up Montana, this afternoon. I haven't looked at the wind at Missoula, but it's most likely blowing. She can run with the hot shot crews, I know, I'll get her a job swampin' on a D-9 Cat. She can get her lesson in diesel combustion.

And stand in front of these fires and read wing-o-sphere op-eds at the wall of flames.

That's it, the deniers can all read op-eds from the wing-o-sphere at these fires. The deniers can all drive to these fires and read noise from the "Heartland Inst.". And tell these fires that they aren't suppose to be happening. I want these fire fighters to take all these deniers to have a drink say at the Cowboy Bar in Jackson Hole.

I know, the "Whirl-Inn" at Evanston, Wyo. Tougher cops in Evanston.

Oil town, "Gate Way to the Overthrust Belt". Big drill country boys and girls. Going 24,000 ft for 30 years here. American drilling know how for very deep and hostile environments was perfected here. These gas wells were hot and very acidic. With means H2S ..... hydrogen sulphide. At 17,000 ft. the first drill strings were being eaten up. They built a sulphur loading terminal at Evanston, and haul it way by the big train loads. I ran seismic lines through some of the these holes these things were sittin' on. Best one was Brinkerhoff_Signal's "Big Red #40". This hole had a 35 ft B.O.P. stack on it. They were going to 27,000 in the fall of 1979 on the Anschutz Ranch in Wyoming. 2 year drilling program. I came out of the scrub oak on to their pad with a Motorola radio. This pad was 200 yds across. The drillin' floor is 40 ft. the air. They're "turning right" makin' hole so they ain't that busy. This whole rail of guys say's "What the hell are you guys doing ?" (We've been flying all over the ranch for weeks, they'd seen our helicopters.) And I yelled back, "I'm going to catch my drill", finished the pad and popped back into the scrub oak. I had a pilot from Rocky Mountain Helicopters fly the 4 pieces of my little tinker toy drill by their faces . That was a very cool day, on a very cool contract. The digging was good, and I was makin' hole with a 25 cent footage bonus. I gave my helper 10 cents, and we were makin' dirt fly. We were finishing a 30 ft. hole loaded, and graveled full every 40 mins. all day long sun up to sunset. 9 or 10 holes. My helper fell asleep in the helicopter, on the way home. Bad move ...... The pilot will slowly gain altitude, and at 10.000 ft. over some deep ass canyon he'll "Cut the Collective" and that ship will fall on of the sky. And everybody sails pass zero G real fast, and pretty soon the seatbelt is all that's keeping everybody off the cabin roof.

Wakes that helper right - up.