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Show Chatter Box) Dear Suzy, Luke Cropper, Deseret Sportsman and farmer in between times, is very much put out that in the letter let-ter of last week I included all of the party which was a party of the first part and was responsible for making Howard Kirk walk, and forgot him. He was the driver of the car and had more to do in making mak-ing Howard buy a new pair of shoes than any of the others, and he feels that it is a personal slight on my part. That is not the case. In the first place I make it a point to never slight anyone in this letter; and in the second place, Luke would be the last one I would ever miss on such an occasion as that one was. I hope that it is OK for me to now stale that Luke was the driver of the car. Luke went off and left Howard to his fate; Luke dranlc coffee in Delta while the posse was scouring the highways for our lost Howard; and Luke was the one that left Fred Gavin at Sul-phurdale Sul-phurdale a couple of years ago while he and the others went on to Black Rock, figuring that Fred could easily cover the intervening 30 miles afoot while hunting deer. I have never found out if he picked Fred up or not, but I do see Fred once in a while so he must have gotten home somehow. More walkers make the news this week and they are Watchmaker Watchmak-er Carnell and Walt Williams. They went up in Fool Creek to hunt on the day of the big rain. They were attired in T-shLrts and oxfords, and other necessary articles, of course, and just as they started to hunt it started to rain. Our good men reclined beneath a tree with a raging rag-ing fire to keep body and soul warm, and finally when the day was drawing to a close, decided to take off. On trying to herd the car down the canyon, they found that the mud was of untold proportions pro-portions and they were soon stopped stop-ped and had to go afoot. According Accord-ing to the Watchmaker they walked walk-ed 28 miles, but then his watch could have been fast and it just seemed like that much, Anyway they finally arrived at Mr. Campbell's Camp-bell's domicile at the mouth of the canyon and asked for succor. Mr. Campbell invited them in and then made them at home. Mr. Williams was the more fatigued of the two and after much coaxing on his part got the mother dog and two pups to allow him to share their bed, which they did, and he and the three dogs passed the night in comfort com-fort and warmth, while Carnell and Campbell settled the affairs of the nation. ' Meanwhile Mrs. Carnell was no end upset at the non-appearance of her husband, as he had said he was going to hunt but a half hour, and she visualized him as being tromped by huge buck deer and ! afterwards begin torn limb from limb by ravenous coyotes and his bones left to bleach In the coming summer sun. Her anxiety was brot to an end some 36 hours after her husband left, when he returned, laden with mud and stories of hard luck, and his spirits dampened but undaunted and vowing to take up deer hunting in a vigorous manner comes next season, but not in oxfords. ox-fords. There was considerable confusion confu-sion and tumult at the Marve Moody homestead a few days ago when Marve and the other workers unintentionally revamped the plans of a grain bin they were setting up. Marve bought five of those oil storage tanks from the government and was going to use them as grain bins. He and some workers and some of Marve's children were erecting one when they needed a certain tool, I suppose a left handed hand-ed monkey wrench. Marve told one of his kids to hop on the tractor and go across the highway and get it. The boy promptly hopped on the Catterpillar tractor and took off in a cloud of diesel smoke. Imagine the consternation and the surprise on the faces of the onlookers onlook-ers when they saw that the tank was attched o the tractor with a strong log chain and was doing its best to beat the tractor or at least tie it on a race across the road. Before Be-fore Marve could holler at the boy he had to run into the house and get his card index of his children in order to find out which one it was. By that time tractor and tank had made the trip and were on the home strech when Marve found his information and hollered for the boy to stop. Marve is taking tak-ing it all very philsophically, tho, as he says there is no use in going to Italy to see the Leaning Tower of Pisa, when he has one just as good in his own back yard He is figuring someway now to make it a self-filling and self-emptying bin as it has all the necessary slopes and curves. |