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That would hurt my neck.

One morning my old Boss, Don Sunstrum, found his D8 on the side of the haul road a few miles from the landing. There was blood all over the winch. He followed the tracks beyond, for 7 more miles, up into the skd roads of a gulch and found where the machine had turned around. Turns out...

I worked with a few over the years.

How about when you stand in line at the store, or the bank and someone sniffs the air and looks around and says, "What's that smell?" In which case you worked in either fir, pine or Eucalyptus that day. The aromatic ones.