I was working with a wildlife biologist once in Wyo that had spent 8 years in Kotzebue up on the Beaufort Sea. We had a spring storm in March with 40 mph winds, sleet and horizontal snow. I had the truck and went looking for Archie. I found him hunkered down in a stone guard shack about 12 square feet in size. He had a fire going with lath grade stakes, and was eating some beef jerky. He had a big grin on his face, and I knew right then that Archie was a guy I could depend on in the field. He later went on to become famous in wildlife circles for pioneering the field insertion of heart rate monitors in antelope. He would catch them with a net, use anesthesia and operate and sew them up out in the middle of the sagebrush.
The other thing I remember about Archie was that he liked to play chess. On cold Wyo nights when ice formed on the inside of the windows, we would stay up and drink vodka, play chess and tell stories. It was like "Doctor Zhivago."