Sourdough Firefighters
One night out in rural Alaska, a fire started inside the
local fuel plant.
Before long, it exploded into flames, and an alarm went out
to the local volunteer fire department.
After fighting the fire for over an hour, the fuel company
president approached a fireman and said, "All of our secret
formulas are in the vault in the center of the plant. I will
give your department $50,000 if you can bring me the plans!"
As soon as the chief heard this, he ordered another fire
engine, pronto.
All that was left was a backup reserve group of firefighters
over at the station situated way up on top of a hill five
miles away.
When the phone call came in from the dispatcher, the ol'
sourdough firefighters, none younger than 65 years old, were
playing poker, smoking cigars, and talking about the old
pioneer gold mining days way back when. They all rushed into
their gear, meandered over to their old beat-up fire truck,
and drove down the hill toward the blaze at the fuel plant.
The little fire engine raced smack dab into a crowd of
people, including a television news crew, running over fire
hoses, just missing firefighters and equipment, and stopping
right in the middle of the blazing inferno.
In the distance the other firemen watched as the old
sourdoughs hopped off of their rig and began to fight the
fire with an effort that they had never seen before.
After 15 minutes of intense firefighting, the old timers had
extinguished the fire and saved the secret formulas.
Joyous, the fuel company president announced to the news
crew that he would double the reward to $100,000 and walked
over to personally thank each of the old sourdoughs. After
thanking them individually, the news crew interviewed the
men and asked what they intended to do with the 100 grand.
The fire truck driver looked straight into the camera and
said, "The first thing we're gonna do is fix them dang
brakes on that truck!"
Received from Stephen L Fields.
local fuel plant.
Before long, it exploded into flames, and an alarm went out
to the local volunteer fire department.
After fighting the fire for over an hour, the fuel company
president approached a fireman and said, "All of our secret
formulas are in the vault in the center of the plant. I will
give your department $50,000 if you can bring me the plans!"
As soon as the chief heard this, he ordered another fire
engine, pronto.
All that was left was a backup reserve group of firefighters
over at the station situated way up on top of a hill five
miles away.
When the phone call came in from the dispatcher, the ol'
sourdough firefighters, none younger than 65 years old, were
playing poker, smoking cigars, and talking about the old
pioneer gold mining days way back when. They all rushed into
their gear, meandered over to their old beat-up fire truck,
and drove down the hill toward the blaze at the fuel plant.
The little fire engine raced smack dab into a crowd of
people, including a television news crew, running over fire
hoses, just missing firefighters and equipment, and stopping
right in the middle of the blazing inferno.
In the distance the other firemen watched as the old
sourdoughs hopped off of their rig and began to fight the
fire with an effort that they had never seen before.
After 15 minutes of intense firefighting, the old timers had
extinguished the fire and saved the secret formulas.
Joyous, the fuel company president announced to the news
crew that he would double the reward to $100,000 and walked
over to personally thank each of the old sourdoughs. After
thanking them individually, the news crew interviewed the
men and asked what they intended to do with the 100 grand.
The fire truck driver looked straight into the camera and
said, "The first thing we're gonna do is fix them dang
brakes on that truck!"
Received from Stephen L Fields.
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