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Re: Night Shift With Mr. & Mrs. Cowface
« Reply #7902 on: March 21, 2024, 04:54:49 pm »
That Sounds Like A Real Winner Talking Cowface
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Re: Night Shift With Mr. & Mrs. Cowface
« Reply #7903 on: March 23, 2024, 10:11:13 pm »
I am very grateful to my Topix friends here. Thanks for the memories and stories. I guess I will share one old memory... if I can remember. Mind is going blank.
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Re: Night Shift With Mr. & Mrs. Cowface
« Reply #7904 on: March 23, 2024, 10:12:01 pm »
I am very grateful to my Topix friends here. Thanks for the memories and stories. I guess I will share one old memory... if I can remember. Mind is going blank.
Ever drunk post? ...I had a story trying to remember
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Re: Night Shift With Mr. & Mrs. Cowface
« Reply #7905 on: March 23, 2024, 10:13:53 pm »
Ever drunk post? ...I had a story trying to remember
DAng... I am drawing a blank... and I had such a great story too!
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Re: Night Shift With Mr. & Mrs. Cowface
« Reply #7906 on: March 23, 2024, 10:16:39 pm »
Well, this is embarrassing... My mind went totally blank. Story coming when I can remember aagaaini'

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Re: Night Shift With Mr. & Mrs. Cowface
« Reply #7907 on: March 23, 2024, 10:17:31 pm »
Well, this is embarrassing... My mind went totally blank. Story coming when I can remember aagaaini'


Sounds good cowface!
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Re: Night Shift With Mr. & Mrs. Cowface
« Reply #7908 on: March 25, 2024, 06:36:44 am »
Awaiting To Here Cowface
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Re: Night Shift With Mr. & Mrs. Cowface
« Reply #7909 on: March 25, 2024, 07:57:48 am »
Awaiting To Here Cowface
Still drawing a blank. I'd rather hear another story from you and Pete. I like them. Thanks

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Re: Night Shift With Mr. & Mrs. Cowface
« Reply #7910 on: March 25, 2024, 08:38:37 am »
Back in the old days we would be at school when a fast snow storm would hit. We lived a mile from
school up a holler and the bus couldn't make it so we were sent walking home. We would be frozen
by the time we got home and my mom would put us all in bed with hot water bottles till we warmed up.
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Re: Night Shift With Mr. & Mrs. Cowface
« Reply #7911 on: March 25, 2024, 09:24:00 am »
Story time.  I grew up on 80 acres in an area called "Big Trees," the last house on the Mount Si road, North Bend, Washington. Needless to say, logging country.
Thanks to a kid named "Poncho," I began washing log trucks for his father’s logging company, Trail Timber. At 16, I quit school and asked Poncho’s dad for a job. He looked at me, cigar dangling from his mouth, and asked, "What size shoes you wear?"  I said, “13." He went to the back of the shop and returned with a pair of size 13 cork boots (a tall, laced boot with spiked soles). The next morning (5 am?), I was off to the Seattle Watershed.
On day one, I met Harold Hern. The Boss. Strong, smart, a little loud, and very impressionable. Tim Kennedy and Leonard Eadus (?) were my…teachers: a baptism of fire. The next outfit was  Bill Breymeyer Logging where I met Bill McCracken. I really liked that guy. He watched a four foot diameter tree roll over the top of me. Survived. At 17, I found myself on the Olympic Peninsula logging for Earnie Nielsen. Whew. I believe we got 38 off highway loads in one day. Big. Wood. At 18, I flew in the cockpit of an Alaska Airlines 737 from Seattle to Ketchikan. Thank you, Captain Duane Tibbles.  A Grumman Goose ( amphib)  took me to Prince of Wales island, the mecca for logging. That plane later crashed, killing some of my crew. At 19, I was working for John Schnabel in Haines, Alaska (logging/sawmill). I remember the day he gave me a 10 cent an hour raise. It felt good. I’ll never forget that. In Haines, I met a unique man, a hard man, named Ted Smith. Old school for sure. A logger.
Schnabel sent a plane load of guys to the sawmill in Wrangell, for recon, but it crashed. Rip Ken Risher. In Sitka, i met Arthur Mannix, who talked about moving to Talkeetna , because it was close to Denali, and he wanted to climb it. Later on , he moved there and climbed it multiple times. I think once with his wife. And. So did i. With my wife , and all four kids, over the years. Many expeditions as a mountain guide. Coach Jim North saw it coming. He never called me by my name. He referred to me as "mountain boy."
This picture brings me back to the beginning. A few core people who hired me, taught me, and were good to me. Yet, not one of them ever knew the impression they made on me. They were all  characters. I suppose  the person I am today is largely due to Poncho Forrister and his father, Sam Forrister, who obviously hired me knowing I was only age 16 doing the world’s most dangerous job, or at least one of them. Harold, Tim, Bill, Duane, John, Ted, and others. Is Peanut still alive?? Most of these men are gone, and I too, nearly got killed a million times. Close. Calls. I fell out of a 50 foot tail tree. Tim blew seven whistles for a dead guy. But I woke up and worked the rest of the day with a broken leg and a broken back. I went back to Alaska, cut the cast off, and went back to work. Sam and Harold would have been proud.
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Re: Night Shift With Mr. & Mrs. Cowface
« Reply #7912 on: March 26, 2024, 09:56:07 am »
Still drawing a blank. I'd rather hear another story from you and Pete. I like them. Thanks
Back in the old days we would be at school when a fast snow storm would hit. We lived a mile from
school up a holler and the bus couldn't make it so we were sent walking home. We would be frozen
by the time we got home and my mom would put us all in bed with hot water bottles till we warmed up.
Such were our lives back in the day in Northern Ohio. I too lived about a mile from school and the buses did not run to houses that close. On harsh wintery snowy windy days we would pull our coat hoods up over our head and walk backwards to school against the wind to keep our face from freezing.
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Re: Night Shift With Mr. & Mrs. Cowface
« Reply #7913 on: March 26, 2024, 10:01:30 am »
Story time.  I grew up on 80 acres in an area called "Big Trees," the last house on the Mount Si road, North Bend, Washington. Needless to say, logging country.
Thanks to a kid named "Poncho," I began washing log trucks for his father’s logging company, Trail Timber. At 16, I quit school and asked Poncho’s dad for a job. He looked at me, cigar dangling from his mouth, and asked, "What size shoes you wear?"  I said, “13." He went to the back of the shop and returned with a pair of size 13 cork boots (a tall, laced boot with spiked soles). The next morning (5 am?), I was off to the Seattle Watershed.
On day one, I met Harold Hern. The Boss. Strong, smart, a little loud, and very impressionable. Tim Kennedy and Leonard Eadus (?) were my…teachers: a baptism of fire. The next outfit was  Bill Breymeyer Logging where I met Bill McCracken. I really liked that guy. He watched a four foot diameter tree roll over the top of me. Survived. At 17, I found myself on the Olympic Peninsula logging for Earnie Nielsen. Whew. I believe we got 38 off highway loads in one day. Big. Wood. At 18, I flew in the cockpit of an Alaska Airlines 737 from Seattle to Ketchikan. Thank you, Captain Duane Tibbles.  A Grumman Goose ( amphib)  took me to Prince of Wales island, the mecca for logging. That plane later crashed, killing some of my crew. At 19, I was working for John Schnabel in Haines, Alaska (logging/sawmill). I remember the day he gave me a 10 cent an hour raise. It felt good. I’ll never forget that. In Haines, I met a unique man, a hard man, named Ted Smith. Old school for sure. A logger.
Schnabel sent a plane load of guys to the sawmill in Wrangell, for recon, but it crashed. Rip Ken Risher. In Sitka, i met Arthur Mannix, who talked about moving to Talkeetna , because it was close to Denali, and he wanted to climb it. Later on , he moved there and climbed it multiple times. I think once with his wife. And. So did i. With my wife , and all four kids, over the years. Many expeditions as a mountain guide. Coach Jim North saw it coming. He never called me by my name. He referred to me as "mountain boy."
This picture brings me back to the beginning. A few core people who hired me, taught me, and were good to me. Yet, not one of them ever knew the impression they made on me. They were all  characters. I suppose  the person I am today is largely due to Poncho Forrister and his father, Sam Forrister, who obviously hired me knowing I was only age 16 doing the world’s most dangerous job, or at least one of them. Harold, Tim, Bill, Duane, John, Ted, and others. Is Peanut still alive?? Most of these men are gone, and I too, nearly got killed a million times. Close. Calls. I fell out of a 50 foot tail tree. Tim blew seven whistles for a dead guy. But I woke up and worked the rest of the day with a broken leg and a broken back. I went back to Alaska, cut the cast off, and went back to work. Sam and Harold would have been proud.

WOW! What can I say to this life story. I love it and it's quite an impressive life! Tell us more, Thanks!

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Re: Night Shift With Mr. & Mrs. Cowface
« Reply #7914 on: March 27, 2024, 12:02:48 am »
  Such were our lives back in the day in Northern Ohio. I too lived about a mile from school and the buses did not run to houses that close. On harsh wintery snowy windy days we would pull our coat hoods up over our head and walk backwards to school against the wind to keep our face from freezing.

Like Pete And You Cowface I remember Back When I Started School, I Was In The First Grade Misses Hale Was My Teacher, While Living With My Grandmother, Not Only did we walk to school, we didn't Running Water and us boys would take turns, two at a time drawing water from the well, and carrying it into the room and all of us shared one dipper when drinking water...We had to walk to school at mid day walk home for lunch, and return walking to school in the afternoon.  Those were the days they tell me, but not so sure,,,,,,,,,lol
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