My dad was a geologist. He would take me to places north of Cobalt, New Liskard and other places I now forget. We would fly into prospecting sites as there were no roads.
One time I remember he was doing some blasting and a rock about 45cm went whizzing about 10cm above my head. He just chuckled and said my that was a close one.
He had a buddy who would help him from time to time. This guy would store all the uranium ore samples under his sleeping cot in the tent when prospecting for uranium. Funny thing, he lived well into his 70’s.