Remembering

Cutt'n timber all over the country you get to see and hear some things that you'll never forget.

On that burn over at the North Fork of the Blackfoot where me and Elden Rammell were sentenced to cut, a sorta comical comment from a dude sticks in my mind.

I was falling along an old road and here comes an outfitter out for a day ride with a bunch of dudes. Not wanting to scare the ponies, I sat on a stump to let them pass. I guess I was a sorry look'n sight, black from one end to the other. The last feller in the string whoa'ed up and sez, "Do you really do this for a living?"

I assured him I di...