I'll Never Fight Fire With My Bare Hands Again
Recollections of the First Forest Rangers of the Inland Northwest
Edited by Hal K. Rothman
"Got the fire under control. My knees have scabbed over and feel pretty good today, but my hands are in a hell of a shape. Damned if I'll ever fight fire with my bare hands again."
Typical of turn-of-the-century forest rangers in the Inland Northwest—northern Idaho, western Montana, and eastern Washington—this diarist faced fire and other tribulations far from civilization, often alone on foot or horseback, with little equipment and no means of communication.
“Rothman’s contribution is to let the foresters speak for themselves, and he has carefully woven his commentary and their remembrances into a multilayered account of what life was like when the timbered northwest was unsurveyed, unmapped, and yet to be clear-cut.”
—Montana The Magazine of Western History
“Rothman draws together oftentimes fascinating passages from forest ranger reminiscences to tell the story from the bottom up.”
—Western Historical QuarterlySee all reviews...
“In using the words of those who lived and worked in the inland Northwest at the turn of the century and weaving them together with thoughtful analysis, Rothman has created a valuable social history of the early Forest Service.”
—Utah Historical Quarterly
“A superior, engrossing and readable use of personal remembrances. The book has also an interesting history of the Forest Service in the Inland Northwest for the casual reader.”
—Denver Westerners Roundup
“An utterly fascinating look at the lives of foresters in the first two decades of the twentieth century. The letters address a wealth of important topics from fighting fires, to relations with Indians, to repairing Model T’s. Delightful!”
—Donald J. Pisani, author of To Reclaim a Divided West: Water, Law, and Public Policy, 1848–1902
“This is history with a human face, written from fond memory by people with considerable literary talent. It’s a rendition of high adventure, low comedy, and plain hard work in a spectacular landscape.”
—David A. Clary, author of Timber and the Forest Service
“In this rich context, the issues of fire, timber, range, and mineral policy play out against a background of local community politics and ultimately a progressive acceptance of the presence of the ranger, the organization, and the mission of conservation.”
—William D. Rowley, author of U.S. Forest Service Grazing and Rangelands: A HistorySee fewer reviews...
In this engaging collection, Hal Rothman has selected and provided context for the best and most informative letters written by early foresters. Highly literate and perceptive, the writers illuminate how they were forced to balance the agency's regulatory impulses with the needs of rural communities that depended upon forests for their livelihood. They reveal much about the challenges they met—autonomous decision-making; fire fighting and prevention; opposition and pressure from local residents; occasional corruption or incompetence; and changing technology and agency expectations. Family life, isolation, and loneliness, they show, could also be challenging. "It got so lonely my dog couldn't stand it," wrote Edward G. Stahl. "He went down to the Kootenai River and howled 'til the ferryman from Gateway came over and took him across to town."
Facing bitter cold and heavy snow in the winter and often flames in the summer (1,700 fires in 1910 alone blackened millions of acres and killed 80 fire fighters) foresters managed to persevere with limited resources, Rothman shows. They surveyed land, enforced regulations, evaluated homestead claims, inventoried resources, organized timber sales, let grazing permits, built infrastructure, and handled many unusual situations that came their way.
O. O. Lansdale became judge, jury, and undertaker upon finding two dead men on the trail. "It was up to me, acting as coroner, to hold an inquest and bury them. Being all alone, the inquest was easy-just a case of dispensation of Providence. The burial was not so easy. Digging two graves with a piece of cedar board; then, with a rope around their feet, dragging them to their graves with the rope around the saddle horse."
As the century progressed and technology advanced, the writers show, the Forest Service evolved. Locals, who constituted the early organization, were gradually replaced by college-trained foresters, and tourism became more prevalent as primitive conditions were overcome.
"My first realization of this change came one day when I was walking along the road toward the nursery," wrote David Olson. "A large black sedan drew up from behind and stopped. A liveried chauffeur asked if I wanted a ride. Looking into the car, I saw two elderly ladies sitting in rocking chairs. They smiled and one of them said they were seeing the wild West."