Trying to look pro at pre-bid

Showed up for a 6 a.m. pre-bid at Maple Creek sub — promised we could set 36 poles in 10 days — then spent five minutes negotiating with a rooster on a padmount while tallying crew hours and fuel. Anyone else trying to land the next contract and juggle payroll while the jobsite keeps turning into slapstick?

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Night before, lock crew-hours and fuel; bring a ‘36 poles/10 days’ assumptions one-pager — rooster gets contingency. Fuel buffer?

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I’m with the contingency crowd — “one-pager — rooster gets contingency.” I add one step: ask the PM for a 10‑minute route drive before you promise 36/10 so you can eyeball gates, rock, and spans; it’s saved me from faceplanting a bid more than once — you get that chance at Maple Creek?

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