Against my better judgement ... (there was money involved) I came back to Houston to help a buddy with a pipeline clearing contract. Clearing a 20' ROW through 10 miles of neighborhoods. All they want is a clear line of sight for arial surveys. The other climber is a redneck meth addict who can't climb without spurs, and prefers to be pulled up by a truck. I show up with my srt gear, and they look at me like I'm crazy. They literally have a pallet of fence pickets and rails to fix damage. It's going to be a long couple months, if I can .