He was a logger in the Pacific Northwest. At one point he was hauling logs up the Oregon Coast, and his truck broke down in the middle of nowhere, stranding him. (Probably an old Gary truck, which was practically made from cast iron.) I don't remember the exact part, but it was something to do with a wheel... the rim, or part of the axle or mounting.
He happened to have some ingots in his truck (a soft metal, I forget the term). So he built up a large fire, melted the ingots, and sand-cast a replacement part using the broken piece as a template. Once it cooled and was cleaned up, it worked well enough to get him to civilization, or whatever passed for civilization in Oregon in the 30s.
Seeing all the logging hacks I've seen when growing up, I completely believe this story.