I have, over the years, heard a rumor about two archaeological
technicians performing a Phase I survey on National Forest or BLM land,
somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, who were murdered when they
discovered a marijuana farm way out in the boondocks.  One version has
both of them being shot by the mountain-man proprietor; the other has
one of them falling into a Vietnam-style tiger trap, and his coworker
getting shot when he came to the first one's rescue.  This story is
usually presented as an antidote to the enthusiasm some new techs may
express for finding "free pot" out in the woods.  I don't know if
there's any truth to the rumor, or if it's our own non-urban legend.

D. Babson

 

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Sent: Thursday, January 01, 2004 6:37 PM
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Subject: Re: A Hail of Gunfire!


Bad enough to find drip irrigation tubettes and trip wires, but on one
particularly long drive to the Anza Borrego Desert to inspect a
subdivision I had to stop at a civilian gas station in order to make it
home. Snow flurries had me rushing inside the tiny gas station at
Ranchito to find the attendant. As I burst in the door, I found six
burly cowboy types huddled around a pot belly stove drinking beer and
looking like deer caught in the headlights. The loudmouth who threatened
my life and liberty later turned out to be a County Department of
Agriculture empoyee. I got two bucks worth of gas and got the heck "out
of dodge." I filed a complaint and investigators discovered the Aggie
was afraid I would spill the beans he was drinking on the job. This is
definitely not the kind of thing you are taught in archaeology field
school.

Ron May
Legacy 106, Inc.