CoryTheCowboy
CGN Regular
Life works in funny ways, and while I consider myself a master gunsmith and cartridge creator, I've come to realize that there isn't much of a market for marginally improved 8mm cartridges in the world, so I began CoryTheCowboy's Shipping Company. Hardly anytime later, I had my first job! Haul a freighter canoe from Tomslake, BC to Whitehorse, YT. Now, if anyone of you have the pleasure of knowing me, you'll know I'm in Atikokan, ON (approximately ~3900km) from the customer and final drop-off. In my defense, the trip only looked about 4 inches long on Google Maps.
So I picked my two best employees; my dog for navigation and companionship and my Dad (acting Chief Financial Officer) for...reasons still unknown. I think he'd convinced me it was some kind of tax write off for getting seniors out of their house and into the wild world. We built a couple of bunks for the back, and all of a sudden my truck had transformed into a Big Jim Sports Camper. "Anywhere we stop is home for the night!"
After an uneventful 1.5 days, we reached the pickup point
(For you eagle eyed keeners, you'll notice this isn't Tomslake. Bonus points if you know where it is)
We arrived in Whitehorse 1.5 days later, weary and delivered the canoe like all of my work, "Ahead of schedule with a blown budget". For any of you out there, I'd recommend against trying to make a left hand turn onto 2nd Avenue without a stoplight during what I can only assume was rush hour Whitehorse traffic when you've got a 22' canoe on a trailer behind you.
Now the only problem is that everytime I ask for the payment, I get a piece of rhubarb pie put in front of me as a distraction...
He also learned for the sake of lightweight travel, I didn't bring any rifles on the trip, and he grinned his Ted grin and said, "We'll have to fix that!"
I may never financially recover from this...
Help(?)
Cory
So I picked my two best employees; my dog for navigation and companionship and my Dad (acting Chief Financial Officer) for...reasons still unknown. I think he'd convinced me it was some kind of tax write off for getting seniors out of their house and into the wild world. We built a couple of bunks for the back, and all of a sudden my truck had transformed into a Big Jim Sports Camper. "Anywhere we stop is home for the night!"
After an uneventful 1.5 days, we reached the pickup point
(For you eagle eyed keeners, you'll notice this isn't Tomslake. Bonus points if you know where it is)
We arrived in Whitehorse 1.5 days later, weary and delivered the canoe like all of my work, "Ahead of schedule with a blown budget". For any of you out there, I'd recommend against trying to make a left hand turn onto 2nd Avenue without a stoplight during what I can only assume was rush hour Whitehorse traffic when you've got a 22' canoe on a trailer behind you.
Now the only problem is that everytime I ask for the payment, I get a piece of rhubarb pie put in front of me as a distraction...
He also learned for the sake of lightweight travel, I didn't bring any rifles on the trip, and he grinned his Ted grin and said, "We'll have to fix that!"
I may never financially recover from this...
Help(?)
Cory
