This got me reminiscing I'm from the Dakotas on both sides My close distant family Homesteaded. I've alway's wondered if just being a "good hand" came natural to me. We moved here when I was 6 in 1978. My Dad was a miner and he worked underground here for 40 years until he retired. Any miner will tell you that a good miner can figure out about anything and he taught me that. When I was little, He was at work all the time and barely home when I was awake but when he was, I'd get in his old leather Redwings and walk around and dig through his metal lunch pail. I still remember how it smelt like Redman and Skoal wintergreen. He's 71 now and still tough as nails and I'd never touch him. He's a gentle guy but mean as a snake if it comes to it.