It’s a saying that I holds true during most of my job but there are certain days and some times weeks that go above and beyond. The Hensel fire was going on back in June of ’02 and it was one of the worst and best fires I’ve been on. It started out as a rather rushed fire. We were in Casper getting supplies and weren’t even supposed to be available for assignment. There was a last minute change and we were tossed in with a strike force. We quickly bought needed supplies including a pair of boots for me. I will never again get a set of Georgias. By the end of the fire the top of my feet were worn through and bleeding and the soles were just one giant blister.
We ended up on the Hensel Fire where every morning started out with a long drive from camp to the area of the fire we were working on. A local rancher had been causing problems and we ended up getting diverted to a new area. We came to this beautiful meadow and set it up as our staging area for the day before we continued up to our part of the fire. Before we could continue though, the rancher decided that he didn’t want us continuing. The reason for this was told to me but I can’t say whether it was speculation or not so I’ll leave it out of this. What it comes down to is that the head of the fire was making a run for it as well so our div. sup. decided it was best for us to stage there until the run was done. It turned out to set the stage for a hell of a day.
We spent the morning watching helicopters dip from one of the ponds and eventually made our way up the hill side to get some better angles on the meadow so we could get some better photo ops. In actuality it was an excuse to just do something. That didn’t last long before we got bored and headed back down to the staging point. And shortly after, competition ensued… Friendly competition of course. Basic things like wood cutting contest, races, arm wrestling, anything we could come up with. It wasn’t long before bets were going around and everyone was having a good time. As you can imagine, when you’re used to doing a job that’s physically demanding, you tend to get restless when you have nothing to do. More importantly, people get creative. Getting more and more involved in competition most people got so involved that slipping away to get some mischief done became possible.
The mischief started out as a simple joke. Our crew was patched together from several crews which is normal. In this case, we had some real… unique individuals with us. One of the crews that got teamed up with us was a bunch of rooks. They had never really seen fire before, at least nothing big, and they were gullible as hell. So while a couple of us slipped away, a couple of us started telling stories of previous fires. They listened with awe believing everything we said, which at this point had actually been true. But of course being the pranksters that we are, we decided to take advantage of that.
Earlier that day, we had seen a duck that had succumbed to smoke inhalation and managed to get it tucked nicely away on a cow pie. After some effort, we managed to float it out into the pond that the helicopter was dipping from. You might be surprised to know how hard it is to slip away from a group, and set up a prank like this without getting caught. I still don’t know how we did it. Either way, somehow we managed to convince them that ducks only sleep while floating on cow pies. It even went as far as to convince them that they only sleep in the middle of ponds as a safety feature. They took thousands of pictures and spent hours trying to wake it. We told them that as long as the head is under its wing, it would never wake up. They finally gave up and we gave the poor thing a proper burial.