A few years ago, I got a call for a fishing job on the highline of Montana. The highline is the northernmost row of counties along the Canadian border. Talk about desolate. It wasn’t exactly the end of the earth, but you sure could see it from there. It turned out to be one of the all-time strange fishing jobs I’ve done in years.
First of all, I didn’t recognize the customer’s name. It wasn’t on any of our computerized lists, so I didn’t know if we had an account set up, or if we would ever get paid. I wasn’t too worried about that though, because I am a field hand and paper shuffling has never been my thing. I gave the info to one of the secretaries and headed off to round up the tools. Next, I asked for directions to the rig. Most modern operators use a system of latitude and longitude to locate their wells anywhere on the planet. I usually just put it into my GPS and I’m off. He didn’t know, so I started writing down directions. After about 6 hours of paved road, the route got interesting.