One winter I helped a buddy run trap lines in the Ottawa National Forrest. He was doing research on Pine Martins for the F&W Service and working on his master thesis, I was between jobs. We shared a room over a bar called the Swallow Inn that was somewhere's outside of Ironwood, just a crossroads back then. Lived out of that room for six months. This was probably about 40 years ago. He was a graduate student at the University of Wisconsin, and come that May,he went back to school. I got the hell out of there and ended up working on a survey project in East St. Louis for a couple years. To this day, I don't know what was worse.