Tore that sp-100 firefighting course and the chainsaw certificationa new one! BOOYA!!!~
Fully trained in slinging helicopter loads, operation of the MK3 power pump, laying hose, strangling hoes (snicker), all the aspects of a 4 man hose team, forest fire behavior, and a whole bunch of other stuff, including but not limited to how to smuggle your whiskey in.:thumbup:
I hardly got a chance to take any pictures. I didnt bother to dig my camera out of my luggage for the first day, figured nothing exciting could happen on the first day, turned out we did all the helicopter training right off the bat
The only opportunity I got was when me and my buddy were riding the tailgate up the mountain to do our chainsaw certification test.
-me
-buddy "dianenike" here on BF
Aside from the course it was a crazy week of excessive drinking, every single night. I was definitely rocking the "weekend morality" as defined by the video on workplace discrimination and harassment, terrorizing the locals at every stop. If buddy there tells you that I mugged a cripple for lap dance money, he's lying. The gimp wanted me to use his money so he could live vicariously through me as I got my party on up on the stage with the strippers, besides I paid him back with beer. My brother in law, who's known by name by every bartender and stripper in town it seems, was constantly nagging me with things like "this is an okay thing to yell at strippers, this is not an okay thing to yell at strippers, blablablabla". I hope I didnt tarnish his reputation too badly
The day I drove back was absolute hell, there was an insane blizzard from Thunderbay for about 150km west. The roads were so slippery, I slowed down to about 15km/h to pull over, which I did very gradually, and I still slid half way into the ditch. I had to drive so slowly that it took about 2.5 hours to go the first 100km through that shit storm. That was one long morning of white knuckled driving.
I cant wait to work this summer! Jumping out of helicopters, going toe to toe with blazing infernos, drinking all my earnings away and making it back playing poker and selling cigarettes, should be a blast!
ps. judge not lest... uhh...ye... uhh...you know the bible verse I'm talking about.
Fully trained in slinging helicopter loads, operation of the MK3 power pump, laying hose, strangling hoes (snicker), all the aspects of a 4 man hose team, forest fire behavior, and a whole bunch of other stuff, including but not limited to how to smuggle your whiskey in.:thumbup:
I hardly got a chance to take any pictures. I didnt bother to dig my camera out of my luggage for the first day, figured nothing exciting could happen on the first day, turned out we did all the helicopter training right off the bat
The only opportunity I got was when me and my buddy were riding the tailgate up the mountain to do our chainsaw certification test.
Aside from the course it was a crazy week of excessive drinking, every single night. I was definitely rocking the "weekend morality" as defined by the video on workplace discrimination and harassment, terrorizing the locals at every stop. If buddy there tells you that I mugged a cripple for lap dance money, he's lying. The gimp wanted me to use his money so he could live vicariously through me as I got my party on up on the stage with the strippers, besides I paid him back with beer. My brother in law, who's known by name by every bartender and stripper in town it seems, was constantly nagging me with things like "this is an okay thing to yell at strippers, this is not an okay thing to yell at strippers, blablablabla". I hope I didnt tarnish his reputation too badly
The day I drove back was absolute hell, there was an insane blizzard from Thunderbay for about 150km west. The roads were so slippery, I slowed down to about 15km/h to pull over, which I did very gradually, and I still slid half way into the ditch. I had to drive so slowly that it took about 2.5 hours to go the first 100km through that shit storm. That was one long morning of white knuckled driving.
I cant wait to work this summer! Jumping out of helicopters, going toe to toe with blazing infernos, drinking all my earnings away and making it back playing poker and selling cigarettes, should be a blast!
ps. judge not lest... uhh...ye... uhh...you know the bible verse I'm talking about.
