Scott Jackson

Scott Jackson grew up a country boy and as far as he’s concerned, he still is. He remains

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Photo by Scott Jackson

connected to most of the 84 people he graduated high school with in a small community in the country. “We’ve all stuck together through the years,” he said.

Among his favorite childhood memories is the Ghost in the Graveyard game he and three of his best friends played after dark. He also enjoyed playing football in high school and did regular country-boy stuff when he wasn’t busy with school and farm work. He played the clarinet in high school band.

Scott was close to his mother growing up and into adulthood. She loved to roller skate and took Scott to a roller rink nearly every weekend. He can still hear her teasing him with, “If it was a snake it would have bit you!”

One thing he does not miss from his childhood is working on a dairy farm. “We milked a lot of cows,” he said. He split wood and did other farm chores for a close family friend and even as a lifelong country boy he has no interest in farming.

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Photo by Scott Jackson

Scott grew up around big trucks and loved them. In high school he dreamed of graduating, getting out on his own and driving a big truck. He enjoys his work with HIT Trucking, Inc. and says he likes the new electronic logbook. “The only people who don’t like it are probably the ones cheating logbooks to begin with. The outlaw days are behind us.”

 

 

Jackson Trivia:

  • CB Handle:  Tumbleweed
  • Favorite things about driving:  “The prestige of it. I like driving, not being stuck in one place. I can’t stand to sit still. I’ve got rambling fever.”
  • Hobbies: Raising three kids.
  • Favorite Truck Stops:  Big M (not around anymore).
  • Favorite Thing AboutHIT, Inc.Family atmosphere.
  • Dream Job: Driving a big truck.
  • Favorite Holiday: Thanksgiving.
  • Best Advice: “Take your time. Be patient. Don’t get in any hurry.”
  • Favorite Band(s): Abba to ZZ Top
  • Favorite Song: In the Ghetto

 

 

Mark Hershley

markdogtruckMark Hershley grew up in Camden Point Missouri and spent much of his childhood on tractors and fire trucks, or pumping gas at his grandparent’s gas station. Not much has changed in that small town since Mark’s departure 25-or so years ago.

The gas pumps are gone but the old station remains, filled with sentimental remnants of years gone by.  He spends occasional weekends patching its roof or nailing up loose gutters and his mom uses the station during winter storms, parking her car where Mark spent his teenage years changing flat tires and checking oil for customers.

Camden Point hasn’t gotten much bigger since Mark left and most folks there recognize him when he rolls into town to fix the gutters or tend to various chores at his mom’s home – just down the hill from the old station.  Mark grew up on what used to be called Baber Hill, his grandparent’s house and station at the top, his family home at the crest, fewer than 50 yards away.

Mark considers his childhood idyllic and he looks back fondly on memories of sitting with his grandfather and neighbors as they told stories and laughed, played cards, hauled hay, slaughtered hogs, and his all-time favorite way to spend any day, then and now, driving a tractor across many acres of crops.  His wife often teases him about growing up in Mayberry and it would come as no surprise to find at least one woman in Camden Point named Aunt Bee.  There was also a police officer at one time that might well have been named Barney, and who may or may not have given his wife at least one questionable speeding ticket in 1992, an event that still elicits some hostility in the Hershley home. From the wife, that is.  Mark remains mute on the subject.

Among his fondest memories are the twelve years he worked as a volunteer firefighter.

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Recent sunrise from Mark’s truck

He was promoted to captain shortly before his marriage and was pegged to be the next Chief of the Camden Point Fire Department until his personal version of Yoko Ono crushed that dream and lured him across the state line.

Mark’s childhood dreams included driving big trucks and tractors.  He has done just that for nearly 24 years at HIT Inc. During that time, he’s raised four children and is blessed with eleven grandchildren.

Hershley Trivia

  • CB Handle: Fireman
  • Hobbies: Fishing, camping, golf
  • Favorite things about driving: Looking at the countryside and farmland 
  • Favorite Truck Stop: “I don’t like stopping. Too crowded. Too many people. I avoid them at all cost. I sometimes stop on exit ramps in places where there’s no houses or traffic. I eat my lunch and check my tires. Lay my head down for a minute.”
  • Favorite thing about HIT Inc. : “Small company. Friendly environment. They care about the drivers.”
  • Dream Job: Farming
  • Favorite Radio Station: Ky102 
  • Favorite Holiday: Thanksgiving
  • Best Advice: “Go with your dream. Do what makes you happy.”
  • Favorite Band: Boston
  • Favorite Song(s): Foreplay Long Time, Peace of Mind

 

Truck Driver to the Rescue

Published on Oct 12, 2016

This morning on Wood Green Road, #Wednesbury. Attempted theft and assault caught on dash cam.

“I’m in slow moving traffic and I notice a young boy being held from behind in a choke hold… I first wonder if they are just messing around. However, the 3 lads looked older and then the tall one sucker punches the young lad. I decide to get out. The 3rd lad is trying to steal the young lads bike… by the time I approach I can see the lads are much larger than the young lad… infact 2 were bigger than me… they are easily 18/19 years old. The chokeholder violently yanks the young lad away from his bike by the neck meanwhile the tall one mounts the bike so I sprint over and hit him… I then shove the 3rd guy then turn and take on the chokeholder.
The young lad is turning white and is unsteady on his feet… I manage to get him behind myself and I use my best Glaswegian barks for them to fuck off but tall one goes behind us to get the bike again I presume. So I get the young lad (and his bike) over to my lorry and step in to put the nut on the tall one who continues to be a threat.
Once out of shot (at passenger door) I offer to take him as passenger to nearest police station but as it turns out one of his mates had ran off to get help and so a female family friend arrived soon after and took him to safety… it turns out he was only 15”.