I grew up in a logging outfit. My father moved to Yakima, WA from Missouri in the 30s and ended up custom farming in the Yakima Valley through WWII into the early 50s, when he was cutting hop-poles in Kitsap county, west of Seattle, and hauling them back to the hop farmers in Yakima. Hop-poles are about 4" diameter 20' poles that support the twine for hop vines (speaking of beer). One day he got visit by a buyer for Wycoff Creosote Plant who asked him to bring them a load of those 'poles and pilings'. He had the crew cut a load and loaded up the truck and trailer they were using for hop-poles, a single axle truck and single axle 35' trailer. Dad drove the load over to the plant dragging the tops all the way and as he put it 'There wasn't a stop sign left standing'. He didn't think any more about it and went back to cutting hop-poles. A couple weeks later the Wycoff buyer came by the job site at lunch hour and gave Dad a check for that load. Dad looked at the check and looked at the crew and said 'Boys I don't know anything about this 'poles and piling' business but we're in it'.
