Mining Memories

My son Aaron and I took a trip to the (Mesabi) Iron Range in Northeast Minnesota the other day to check out one of the largest open-pit mines in the world, the Hull-Rust Mine near Hibbing. Although I worked on the other end of the range, this was the first time I visited the Hull-Rust.

Seeing the 240 ton production trucks really brought me back. I’d spent a good chunk of my life in one of them, and, in fact, almost lost my life in one.

On a midnight shift back in the 90’s, the catskinner accidentally backed me up under high-voltage power lines, and when I raised the box, night became day as 100,000+ volts coursed through my truck. The windshield and gauges blew out, the tires blew, and after I managed to get out, the whole truck burst into flames. I was ok, but it was a million-dollar loss for the mine.

Standing here today, I must say that we sure dug some big holes in the ground.

I never thought I’d say this, but I do miss it… a little.

–Photos by me

19 thoughts on “Mining Memories

  1. So glad you didn’t take that potential Exit out of your Life here Michael. You have much to share that enriches us. My son Aaron works for a mining company and my brother retired from one. I’ve only had a quick taste of prospecting and staking a few claims with a friend years ago. I’ve played with a few titles of my poetry collection over the years as ‘Heart Mined’. (spelling correct 😁). I’m sure I’d be rather ‘intimidated’ by the prospect of driving a truck like that. Brave man!

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