pmahnn wrote:beverage!
oh- favourite scotch
true story- working a building project up north, the reward at every 4 feet on the wall (log wall construction) was a bottle of this. those were very significant campfires, those nights of confirming progress.
the particular project had a desperate quality to it. #1 there were no women there. #2 the building we wree building was a replacement for an american fishing lodge that had been burned down by the residents of the reserves between which the property was located. apparently, there had been a murder of a local, and the retribution was the lodge was burned down. so we were there to build a new one. and to fortify it. so tie rod between the courses of log (so one couldn't cut into it with a chainsaw- too easy) a safe room inside, stainless steel shutter son doors and windows, and a very steep roof to keep anyone from cutting into the roof with an axe and setting fire (the last line of attack). meanwhile, i slept in a tent while the contractor slept in a little trailer.
one night, the americans deep fried bulls balls, which attracted a bear. i encountered the animal naked (both of us) chucked an axe his way, and settled things like that. he was more scared of me than i was of him. because i had the axe.