They were the county's largest employer, list a mile long folks wanting to get on.
His plant was 90% woman, and they called the local unemployed men, the husbands of all the wives working at the plant, "Go Gitters" ...
I says "Go Gitters" ???
Yep, he says, they'd drop the wife off in the morning, fish all day, then head back to "go git her" and bring her home to get started on dinner.
