Pulled up to the location for our job this morning in the dark. So it's 5:45 AM, there are no lights and no markings or signs to designate the site, and it's out in the middle of nowhere off a country road. I turn in a long driveway and suddenly there are headlights coming over the hill toward me. It's the farmer who lives there, a guy in his 40s that looks quite unhappy. I put my hands on the top of the wheel so he can see them and say I'm with the railroad. He tells me to back up and get to the next driveway north.
Our boss was unprepared and didn't mark the location for us. I'm lucky I didn't get shot, and two other guys on my gang did the same thing. This is only 40 miles from my home, and I know better than to pull up on somebody's property in the dark like that in this area. That's a meth-head move, and farmers and meth-heads don't get along...