Mad Dog Goes to Hollywood

For the second time in his life Filer Wilson, a journey lineman, looked off the top of a fifty foot pole into the rolling hills and meadows outside of Farewell Bend, Oregon. His climbing hooks were planted firmly in the pole and he leaned back comfortably into his leather safety belt. Memories from ten years earlier came back to him. He'd been an apprentice lineman then. Sure he was cocky and full of himself then. Those traits overrode any fear he'd had doing the dangerous work of stringing power lines. Back then he'd made friends and enemies on his first job. Because the men around him had been boomers and not big company bureaucrats it was a little like the wild west helping build his first power line. This time around was very different from the first job. "Okay you're fine right there," Bob Clifford, the second unit director called to Filer over a bull horn. Just stay right there." Filer, the stuntman, came back to reality.