Not Your Typical Adventure

From Business Man to Mountain Man

It was not your typical adventure. Called ‘Guide and Packer School’, we would spend most of our time learning to pack. It would take months or years accumulating experience in a particular place to qualify as a Guide. Mostly, Ron clarified, we would learn to pack at Guide and Packer School. We would wrangle stock and saddle them and use them to transport freight through the wilderness.

Backcountry Packer

He gave each student a list of horses, mules, and matched riding and pack saddles. He instructed us to gather and prepare the items on the list for use as packers that day. We spent the whole morning saddling and unsaddling stock, and Ron circulated amongst us. He corrected our mistakes and got loud if we made the same one twice.

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Saddling Stock for the Day’s Work Packing

“You’ll have a hard time thinking about how that should be tied when you’re on the downhill side of upset stock on a bad trail in the steep mountains. Stock gets twitchy if you stand around too long, so quit fiddlin’ with that knot and tie it!”

It was immediately apparent that some students would be able to handle the coarse and unexpected pressure, and some would not. Ron circled over his students like a hawk, saw everything and struck quickly, and I understood why he was demanding. Backcountry packing in the Frank Church Wilderness was a dangerous job. Most of the students didn’t fully understand that fact when they signed on for the school.

It was a Dangerous Job

For many of the students, the occupation seemed a gritty, almost romantic throw-back; not your typical adventure. Many came for the glory of guiding; to become the honoured primal hero who guided hunters and fed his tribe. Ron had been packing for 20 years and knew what he needed in a packer. He taught us that backcountry packing could be raw and unforgiving. The danger inherent in managing big animals tied together on small trails in steep hills demanded that a packer be able to deal with stressful situations. He was going to test us under stress. And Ron’s ability to create stress was a thing to behold.

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Ron Watching Over his Students at Guide/Packer School

Over and over, we practiced so the knot-tying process was committed to muscle memory. We’d practice hitching boxes and mantied loads to the stock, then stringing a couple head together. Different knots for different applications, always working with thousand pound animals. Then we’d saddle a riding horse and lead the short string around the area.

Step-by-step, we learned the old ways.

The next morning, I was early in the kitchen. Ron came in right behind me.

“You don’t have to boil new coffee. Just heat that up from yesterday.”

I turned the knob on the gas stove and watched the flame closely to make sure it worked right.

“How was yesterday?” he asked as he put dishes away.

“A lot. Yesterday was a lot,” I replied. “Like drinking from a fire hose. And you got Ryan shaking like a dog pooping peach pits.”

He chuckled and left two coffee cups on the counter. We were about the same age and, while I had accepted him as my mentor, we enjoyed a peer-to-peer relationship. I always called him “Sir” and respected his authority as my boss, but we were too close to the same age and too much alike to ignore the opportunity for friendship. He looked up at me over the top of his small, wire-framed, auto-tint glasses.

Not a Typical Adventure

“He better buck up, buttercup. Today won’t be any better.” Ron loved playing the hard taskmaster. “The beatings will continue until morale improves. We’re leaving in nine days for Simplot and we’ve got a lot to learn between now and then. A man that rattles easy ain’t gonna make it out here anyway.”

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Guide/Packer School at Middle Fork Outfitters, Idaho

He looked down to pour coffee and said, “And you need to let go of needing reasons for everything we do.”

Like Frankie my brother, Ron was direct with his communication. I worked on being a good student but it had been a long time since I served in that role. I asked too many questions and I knew it; not ‘how’ questions, but ‘why’ questions. Working as Ron’s backcountry apprentice was a new experience for me.

New Knowledge

It was not my typical adventure. I had been in engineering roles for decades, was analytical in my approach by nature, and my busy brain tried to put together the Big Picture, but the school work required I do as I was instructed. My job was tactical, not strategic. Plainly said, Ron was telling me to keep my ears open and my mouth shut.

“Duly noted.”

“Does that piss you off?”

“Not hardly,” I smiled with a half a shake of my head. “It’s part of the bigger program.”

“Good. That’s what I like about Marines; they’re good at taking orders. Go get the stock while Karla gets breakfast together. I’m going to pretend that you know what you’re doing from now on, so act like you’ve done this before.”

He sipped his coffee and the steam fogged up his glasses. He looked up at me as they cleared.

“One more thing. You need to mix it up with that stock, Taylor. In the morning or evening, whenever you can, invest your time and get to know them. I’m serious. You’re going to spend a lot of time alone together this year and, sooner or later, all hell is going to break loose. Everyone’s got to find their own way of working with stock. I know it spooks ya’, so get in there ‘til you’re comfortable.”

Get to Know Your Horses

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Bonding with Henry the Mammoth Mule at Simplot

The next few days faded into one another as we prepared for our unusual adventure to Simplot. We worked with horses and mules every day, wrangled and saddled them, and rode them every day. I learned how to use a manti (pronounced ‘man-tee’), the Spanish word for a tarp or piece of canvas used to cover and protect cargo. I learned to tie basket hitches and barrel hitches and diamond hitches on top. My hands hardened and my fingers split as I practiced my new trade, and I received one-on-one training all through each day. It was saturation training in one of the oldest of trades and I was having too much fun to be tired.

Another thing I learned during Guide/Packer School was that most packers ‘wash out’. They quit during training or during their first year. The ones that lasted long enough to file a tax return on their earnings were few and far between. Ron could only name a couple of former students that still worked as backcountry packers. Only Ryan and I were going to Simplot, and Ryan made it clear that he came to school to be a guide. He would not likely work as a packer. And that was good news to me; it meant that there was plenty of work for someone willing and able to do the job.

(excerpts from “River Hippies & Mountain Men”)

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Backcountry Packing along the Middle Fork, Frank Church Wilderness, Idaho

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One comment

  1. I think that each of us in our lives has such Ron either you beat him or he beats you.It is interesting how various factors and circumstances motivate us to take on new challenges and how much we can adapt to these challenges.Cool history.

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