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Show Chatter Boxj Dear Suzy, -y Weil, U s about time for us to peek out of our .holes and see if ; the coast is clear. If there is any I more stray pellets faling we can al scramble back into our holes and pull the holes in on top of us. I Next year we should all prepare for the gob of lathered up pheasant phea-sant hunters who seem to persist in coming here even though the I hospital committee discourages them as much as possible. To my way of thinking it is the hospital committee that draws the big gang here in the first place. When the hunters hear that they are going go-ing to get charged 2 bucks for a ipermit they think the hunting is mightly fine in these parts. If the hospital cpmmittee would carge 5 bucks per throw most of Utah would move in and they could j build the place in one year, com-I com-I plete with platinum door knobs. Human nature is funny in think-, think-, ing that whatever costs a lot is j the best and so maybe the hospi-I hospi-I tal committee should take heed ana up tne price, men we wouia have five times as many hunters here and us natives could hole up for the duration and let them shoot it out. The hunters must be getting to be poorer shots these days because be-cause as far as I know onlyl two guys got punctured during the last hunt. Rulon Callister got his early in the season and at present looks as though he. was recovering :from a ibad case of small pox. A couple of years ago they shot up Mayor Blaek and as Rulon is on the city council it looks as though someone some-one is gunning for our city dads, and in a big way. On the other hand Rulon is a big guy and easy to hit, so that dt was no great accomplishment to smack him. - : Les Webb was (another that got salted and peppered like a Thanks giving turkey. When I asked Les were he got shot he said, "right on my back porch." He was wrong because he got shot about the face and shoulders and one pellet pel-let is making a dewlap for him so that now he will carry the same brand as his cattle. Makes it hari-day hari-day because when he looks over the cattle on the range now he can just look in a mirror and see what his brand looks like and tell his critters right off. Cec Baker holds the record for hard luck during the hunt. First day' he was out walking iatoout and inadvertently stepped into a canal right up to his arm pits. It was a long and cold walk to the oar before Bake was whisked home for a rub down and dry clothes. The, next day he and Helen went touring about and Bake drove into a field to make the wallklng less arduous and 'found himself bogged bog-ged down right deep and had to walk, as so did Helen. Bake swore off right then and there that he was never going to drive into another an-other field again. Came that afternoon and he forgot his pledge and drove right smack into a mud lake in another field and he and Helen had to do their walking act again. Helen says it is the first time she has had to walk back from a ride with him since they were married. She is quite irked because she had to walk hack twice in one day. Getting back to the deer hunt a call from Edna Workman the other morning was quite a stunner. She said that as she stood looking out of the window in her home a doe deer wallked across the lawn and then went over to the First ward chapel and tried to eat the drapes, hut couldn't get at them through the glass. When she called call-ed to Melt that a deer was in the yard Melt said, "put away the vanilla va-nilla bottle, mama) and talk some sense." But later she made him eat his words when she showed him the tracks right ln their own front yard. Maybe we are 'being Invaded by deer, though, because one Homer Petersen shot one in his back yard during the later part o'i the season, after he had ridden from Joy to Jericho looking for one. For the past ' several months here it has looked at though the rainmakers had reverse English on their taw and weren't worth their salt, let alone the 85,000 plasters pl-asters that they charge to smudge the heavens with some kind of smoke. But came this weekennd we did have a storm, which has set some kind of a record in these parts. One nine-year old girl was so unfamiliar with snow that when she looked out and saw same remarked re-marked to her mother, "Lookey, somebody has salted the earth while we were asleep." Most children chil-dren below ten years of age have thought snow was for fairy tales and only came if and when Santa did. Which reminds me that there iare only three shopping days until Christmas, at least only three that I have the time and money to lay away a present December 22, 23 and 24. Toots. . |