Important Dates

June 18, 2018
NCEES opens exam sign-up for October 2018 examinations.

June 18, 2018
Board Meeting
Pinedale Library
8:00 a.m. AGENDA

August 24, 2018
Deadline for Board Administration Exam Fees.

August 30, 2018
Deadline for NCEES Exam Fees *no exceptions made*

September 17, 2018
Board Meeting
Cheyenne Board Office
8:00 a.m.

October 1, 2018
2018 Renewals Open

December 10, 2018
Board Meeting
Cheyenne Board Office
8:30 a.m.

*NOTE-all comity applications with a NCEES Record Book will be reviewed every Friday by the Executive Director.

THANK YOU to all of the individuals and firms 
that volunteered during 
NCEES seeks volunteers for Fundamentals of Engineering and Surveying exam content review
NCEES is currently seeking engineering and surveying professionals to participate in a content review for both the Fundamentals of Engineering (FE) and Fundamentals of Surveying (FS) exams. The results of the survey will be used to update the specifications for the exams, which are typically the first steps in the process leading to professional licensure. Surveys are open until August 20, 2018.  
See the following links for the FE and the FS.

Floyd Bishop, PELS
August 10, 1920 - May 29, 2018
By Pat Tyrrell, PE

Hello everyone.  As you know by now, former State Engineer Floyd Bishop passed away on May 29, 2018.  It so happens I am writing this the same day, and I thought this newsletter would be a good forum to tell folks a few things about Floyd, especially those that may not have known him. 

Floyd grew up in Douglas. His father, Loren C. Bishop (or, just L.C.) was Water Division I Superintendent before being State Engineer.  So, he had early exposure to water rights, regulation, and water development in Wyoming.

But before he was a professional engineer and surveyor, Floyd was a soldier in WWII.  He worked on the AlCan Highway in Alaska, and told stories of having to hunt game (mainly moose) to feed his military road crews.  He was also stationed in the Aleutian Islands off Alaska before heading into the Pacific Theater.  Trained as a pilot, he flew B-29s in bombing raids over Tokyo.  I remember his harrowing stories about flying over that city, dropping his payload with anti-aircraft munitions popping in the air all around him, then hoping to get back to the airbase at Tinian before running out of fuel.  He was on Tinian while the atomic bombs that were eventually dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki were being staged for delivery from there.  According to Floyd, that was a very secret part of the base that he and his crews could not visit because of the level of security around that operation.

Following the war, Floyd worked for the SCS in Fremont County and then opened a surveying firm in Lander with Charles Spurlock.  Happy doing his surveying, he got a call from new Governor Cliff Hansen, inviting him to be State Engineer.  Floyd wasn’t sure he wanted the job, and told the Governor he would only take it if the outgoing State Engineer, Earl Lloyd, could stay on for awhile as Deputy “so I wouldn’t screw up” he said.  The Governor agreed.

Leaving the position in 1975, Floyd went to work for Banner Associates in Laramie.  After several years there, he retired.  When I got to know him in the 1990s, he was really just enjoying life as a hunter and fisherman, although he took on a few consulting assignments if they interested him.

Starting in about 1999, Floyd and I began hanging out with flyrods and shotguns whenever our schedules meshed.  We hunted doves, pheasants, and chukars together, and fished the North Platte and Big Horn Rivers a lot.  My very first trip with him was on the Green River below Fontenelle Reservoir, though, which is when I heard his story about the time Fontenelle Dam was in danger of breaching (look up that part of Fontenelle’s history – it’s frightening).  While repairs made to seal the dam worked, he remembered standing on it when it was eroding and looking like it might give way, and could feel the dam vibrating under his feet.  But heck, I suppose his nerves could stand about anything once he’d flown over Tokyo!  He was not enthralled by the idea of being State Engineer when something like that happened (if it were to breach), but he took its repair, and the safety of people downstream in Green River, very seriously.

His first wife June passed away in 2008, and after that he got to know my mom.  One day, he asked me for my permission to ask her out on a date!  Of course I said yes, although I had no idea it would lead to their marriage.  It did, and we continued to hunt and fish together as family members as long after that as his health allowed.  I was, and am, proud to be a part of his family, and to be able to call him part of mine.

We took several trips to Sitka, Alaska at his urging, bringing back boxes of salmon and halibut each time.  It was amazing to watch a man in his 90s crank a halibut rod with a huge fish on it, often from hundreds of feet down, and never complain.  But that was Floyd.  Other than being with family, he wanted to be on the water, or in the field, chasing fish and game.  I believe he harvested his last elk, with a crossbow no less, in his late 80s.  He bought his last bird dog (a golden retriever) in 2010 – at age 90!  Floyd just couldn’t live without the prospect of another dog, another chukar to climb after, or another pheasant to flush. 

Late in his life, when he was confined to a wheelchair and had trouble communicating, I always took both our Labradors when I visited.  While verbal expression was no longer his strong suit, I could see his eyes widen and see the shape of a smile as he would stretch out his hand to pet each dog and caress them almost without stopping the whole time we were there.  During those visits we didn’t talk much – didn’t need to.  He had a bird dog there, under hand, and his world was just fine at that moment. The dogs did all the talking for me.

He and my mother were frequent guests for one of Barbara’s home-cooked dinners at our house east of Cheyenne.  Once he learned Barbara liked red wine, he never showed up without a bottle for the chef.  And he made sure he knew what she liked, so he always showed up with one of her favorites.  He was always a perfect gentleman around us, especially to her, and Barbara loved having him grace our dinner table.

Floyd was on the selection committee when I applied for the State Engineer position, and was therefore on the interview team.  He had good questions, and was probably the most intimidating member of that group.  When all that was over, and I was honored to be offer the job he had once held, I made it a point to talk to him about this agency whenever I could.  So, about once a month for the first couple years after I started here, I would have him by for coffee and we would talk about what was facing the agency at the time, so I could pick his brain.  While he was elderly by then (in his early 80s), he was a mentor, confidant, friend, and supporter of the work we do.

Floyd Bishop was an icon of his time; a member of the “Greatest Generation” for sure.  In him, Wyoming had a statesman, a leader, and an ambassador.  I’ll miss him personally, but so will so many others whose lives he touched.  Where he is now I’m sure there are hills full of elk, clear streams full of big trout, and bounding puppies.  And when he meets friends who’ve passed before, and they ask him when he wants to go fishing, he’ll respond like he always did to me, with a simple “let’s go.”  (Obituary) 

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