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Show ii , i akf gftibune be j&tU FASHION Lifestyle Section W Sunday, January 12, 1986 Page FOOD W-1- W-- 4 0 1 : M , : f'l ReyLloyd and LuJuan Hatt sit in front of photo display of ranch's successful hunters. serves pheasant under grass By Nancy Hobbs Tribune Lifestyle Writer Lewis Allen, Green River, gets first bird of the day, above. Continuing clockwise, Royd and ReyLloyd Hatt inspect pens holding rare pheasant species. As dogs flush out the quarry, hunters ready to shoulder guns. Hungarian Vizlas find, bring game to Royd. i V, fm 's- - GREEN RIVER Sixteen miles southwest of here, in a pristine valley surrounded by the colorful San Rafael Reef, ReyLloyd Hatt has turned 640 acres used for his former cattle ranch into a commercial pheasant hunting operation. The new venture aptly named Hatt's Ranch and run by Mr. Hatt, his wife LuJuan, their son Royd and wife Toni has proved more profitable and, albeit more difficult, preferred to cattle. The hunting club was begun in 1976, not as an answer to the financial struggles faced by many cattlemen, but as an additional source of income. "The cow business was tough it has been for a long while. I was looking at pheasant to supplement the cattle," said ReyLloyd, former mayor of Green River who is taking the helm again this month. As disputes with the Bureau of Land Management over grazing rights worsened, the pheasant business was taking off. The Hatts decided to go with the momentum. "It was a risky decision. But we decided to think big and go from there," ReyLloyd recalled. Cattle corrals were renovated into large bird cages. Formerly grassy pastures that used to be sprayed for weeds have been allowed to fill in and provide an abun dance of cover for the birds natural habitat. We irrigate and let the weeds grow. Royd said. We plant a few fields of corn so theres plenty of cover. We especially do nothing but work this area so the birds can thrive. The familys efforts have proved successful thus far. Theyve attracted close to 300 lifetime members and this year anticipate a hunter population of 2,000 during six months of operation October through March. Those projections mean having 11,000 See Page W-Column 1 A Tribune Photos bv Paul Fraughton Design: Steve Baker Can horoscope really get you to clean your garage? By Nickie McWhirter r Newspapers I read my horoscope the other day and it said, "Clean out your garage." What kind of dumb horoscope is that? Knight-Ridde- I expect magic from my stars, not housekeeping advice I want to know if somebody has been fooling around with our constellations, or the horoscope copy that comes into the newsroom from outer space. I want to know right now because my garage does need cleaning. I have been thinking about cleaning it, and I actually took a broom and swept it out the other day even before I read this - horoscope. At least and a promise. I gave it Do you think thats because my mind and body were tuned into my cosmic destiny? Ha. I think one of my neighbors saw me clean the garage, decided I had just given it a lick and a promise, and decided to nudge me into doing the job right. I bet one of my neighbors is writing that horoscope stuff It wouldn't be the first time I'm going to tell you a dark newspaper secret It happened a long time ago so I don't think it matters now. It could never happen again, of course. Dedicated horoscope readers can be sure the advice they are given today always originates from the cosmos and its watchers. We wouldnt kid around. But we did once. Or, this guy in the newsroom did. His name doesn't matter. I'll call him Jake. He was a rewrite man and he took a fancy to a young woman whom Ill call Elvira. Elvira was a sensible person in every way except one. She read her horoscope daily and tried to follow its advice precisely If her horoscope said, "You have good luck with purchases made today. she would cancel a lunch date with anybody, even Robert Redford, to spend her lunch hour shopping. No matter what she bought, she could rationalize it as the best buy of her lifetime. If her horoscope said, "Get out of the house tonight and mingle," she would go out after work; sore feet, aching back, upset stomach, migraine, nothing could keep her from mingling Jake was aware of Elvira's slavish devotion to horoscopic advice. He was getting nowhere with conventional attempts to woo this young woman, so he enlisted her trusted allies, the stars, He routinely intercepted the daily horoscope column before it was set in Elviras sign, he type. Knowing changed whatever advice had been offered to other advice that would further his amorous cause. "A pleasant man could invite you to dinner, accept his invitation' Soon after Jake was sure Elvira had read the morning paper he would phone and ask her to dinner. She would, of course, accept romance favored with "Long-terblue-eyeAquarian." Jake would bat his blue eyes at El' ira and ask innocently what the horoscope had to say d that day for his sign, Aquarius A stunned Elvira would dutifully read his sign to him and often he had changed that, too. "Romance with a Taurus strongly favored, ecstasy guaranteed for both'" Elvira was a Taurian, of course. This went on for months, until Jake tired of Elvira at which time he started changing all the advice to get her to dump him, which she did, guiltlessly, since her horoscope had so advised 1 don't tiust those things anymore, I bet one of my neighbors wants me to clean my garage and do it right this time. |
