The bar in the Winfield Hotel in Alberta was a rough place where lumberjacks used to go for a couple of drinks after work, Sherman Becker, was a tough guy, who used to get into the odd tussle. The rock, was to put into his fist so he could hit harder, like using a roll of dimes. Grampa Sherman wasn’t really from Jacket River, but it fits better than Buck Lake...

Honestly I think Griff wrote this about all the hard working miners, lumberjacks, rig pigs you worked hard, drank hard, and played hard and fought hard all over the place in small towns across the country.

I never got to know Grampa Sherman he died young in a car accident, but I imagine him telling me stories about being a young man living a hard life.