Remembering being Hyderized, is like remembering the day you got your driving license. One trip into Hyder, I ran into Bob Hippisley, who was the Stewart BC Tel Combinationman, and with me, was my designated driver for the ride “home” to Meziadin, Ken Rowe. We were only going for 1 or 2 beers, when suddenly the whole evenings plans changed for the worse! It started with Bob asking me if I wanted a drink, and to pick my medicine from the long line of bottles. I was to pick a brand I never had before, so this bottle of Wild Turkey Bourbon looked interesting so I told him that one! He called Lloyd over, and he poured me a shot glass of it, and I was instructed to pour it down the hatch, just like being Hyderized. I proceeded to do what I was told. And low and behold it wasn’t half bad. The rest is a blurr, but I do remember this old miner sitting next to me buying me round after round, with Lloyd throwing one in, every once in awhile. The whole time Ken was getting a little irate since he couldn’t drink any more, since he was driving. I tuned him out and merrily kept drinking, until the bottle was dry. As if it was yesterday I remember this old timer said "I bet you ten bucks you can’t get off the stool and stand up". I wasn’t about to turn down the bet at that point, since I felt like a million dollars. So up I got, and no problem, so I won the bet, and turned to Ken and said OK, now I am ready to go home. The Glacier Inn had 2 swinging full doors. I remember walking to the door, I remember opening the door, and then lights out. Ken later told me I hit the fresh air, and literally fell nose first into the sidewalk out front. Out Cold Turkey from Wild Turkey! If that wasn’t good enough, Ken had to pour me into the old International Panel truck, and away we went. I remember waking up at one point with Ken just cussing at me, and he never swore, or very seldom, anyway. The next morning I woke up with a very sore head, and Ken greeted me at the table with a pail of soapy water and instructed me to get out and clean up the front of the truck. I had gotten sick all over him, all over the front of the truck, it even went into the glove box! Now I know why he was cussing! We went back into Stewart the next day and who do we meet but Bob. He hears my sad story and tells me it’s like riding a horse, and falling off, you got to go and get back on, so away we went to Hyder. He ordered me a shot of Wild Turkey and passed it to me. The smell was enough, and off I went. Haven’t been able to smell, or drink the stuff, to this day! Sorry Ken!