[Two Bills]

Originally Posted by ThirdOfFive

I hear ya.

Back in 1968 I landed a job on a survey crew contour mapping what would eventually become Voyageur's National Park, up on the border of Minnesota and Ontario. Great summer job for a young buck: ten on, four off and the four off if not spent at home were spent in places like International Falls raising hell. Maybe 12 of us, living in tents and running lines from benchmark to benchmark that were always near lakes. One night my buddy and I, together with our surveyor, misjudged the time and ended up not being able to get back to camp by dark. No problem; we just bedded down on whatever looked soft and sort of slept. No food, and water gone. Just before dawn we got up; my buddy remembered a small stream about 100 yards down hill from where we were, and volunteered to get water. He used his hard hat for the purpose. When he got back we all had a big drink. When it became light enough to see though we saw what was left in his hard hat wasn't just water: dozens of mosquito larvae were busily swimming around.

You had protein drink!