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Glen Millard : Glen “The Duck” was born in Saskatchewan. He has driven trucks for 50 years, mostly long hauling. He’s now retired, that is until another adventure comes along. On 2023-03-07 14:52:19
One day I had my truck in a repair shop in Chilliwack, BC, when another customer that owned Regier Trucking asked if I knew Saskatchewan very well. He told me that a shop employee said I was born there. He said he had a chance to bid on a job in Estevan to haul gravel for some roads, gas plant sites and tank yards. He said it would be a good way to keep his workers working for the fall and part of the winter. I suggested he take his foreman and drive to the site before he bid on it. I told him the land around Estevan is level with ravines, gravel, and stones, and around Regina, the land is perfectly flat, with no trees or stones. I also told him you could see from Regina to Moose Jaw, which is 40 miles away. Prince Albert, on the other hand I said, is solid bush – small tamarak trees that are only good for fence posts, and there are some lakes.
I saw him again two months later and asked how he made out. He said he was glad that he drove out. As he entered Saskatchewan, about 6 or 8 vehicles were going the same way (east). They travelled 140-150 kilometres per hour, so he joined them. After about an hour, they slowly turned off, one by one, leaving him by himself. When he came over a small hill, he saw a cop sitting in the median. After a few moments, the cop was behind his pickup flashing red and blue lights. He stopped on the shoulder, and the cop pulled in behind him with his front wheels turned to the right.
The cop walked up and asked, “Why didn’t you slow down when you saw me?” Just about then, a Buick station wagon ran into the back of the cop’s car, sending it into the ditch right up to the fence. The Buick did a 180 and stopped beside our door facing the way he came. We could clearly see that the driver was drunk! The cop jumped over to the Buick and asked, “What the hell is going on here?” The driver looked at the cop and slurred, “I don’t know, officer! I just got here!”
We offered to take the cop to the next town, but the cop said, “No, my radio still works, and this guy is coming with me. I’ll tell you one thing, though, there is another cop in the median just ahead. Slow down and carry on”.
We went to the place where we were to bid on the job. It was too small a job to bring the machinery out here, so I didn’t bid on it. As we turned around the next day, we looked at each other and said, “These people from Saskatchewan are strange.”
