Soapweed
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My journal entry for Saturday, September 21, 1968
After breakfast, I got out of working for a couple hours—until 9:00, because I showed Max Goetz [from Hartington, Nebraska] and his two sons where to hunt and still be on our land. We spied some antelope but no grouse.
Uncle Stan and Ken came out. We started moving stacks, with Dad and Uncle Stan on our two "450's" and Ken driving the JO "400." Lloyd swept, and I pushed with the John Deere crawler.
Mr. and Mrs. Quellhorst and their two children dropped by. They are from Ohio and were long ago cattle buyers, I guess. They stayed for dinner.
Max Goetz and the rest of the grouse hunters returned with seven grouse. They passed out pop and then went to town after ice.
As Uncle Stan was showing the Ohio folks around, and we no longer needed the crawler, I took over one of the tractor driving jobs. Our stack moving project was interrupted several times. Ted Bachelor from Valentine was out to look the old place over. He hadn't been back for 29 years.
We got 32 stacks moved. Just before quitting time, the hunters returned and provided us with a good lunch of bologna, beans, pop, pretzels, potato chips, and other delicacies.
Lloyd quit early, so the rest of us did chores. We took Ken home and while we were there, it started raining and hailing. About everyone in the immediate area around Merriman got pretty well hailed out.
After breakfast, I got out of working for a couple hours—until 9:00, because I showed Max Goetz [from Hartington, Nebraska] and his two sons where to hunt and still be on our land. We spied some antelope but no grouse.
Uncle Stan and Ken came out. We started moving stacks, with Dad and Uncle Stan on our two "450's" and Ken driving the JO "400." Lloyd swept, and I pushed with the John Deere crawler.
Mr. and Mrs. Quellhorst and their two children dropped by. They are from Ohio and were long ago cattle buyers, I guess. They stayed for dinner.
Max Goetz and the rest of the grouse hunters returned with seven grouse. They passed out pop and then went to town after ice.
As Uncle Stan was showing the Ohio folks around, and we no longer needed the crawler, I took over one of the tractor driving jobs. Our stack moving project was interrupted several times. Ted Bachelor from Valentine was out to look the old place over. He hadn't been back for 29 years.
We got 32 stacks moved. Just before quitting time, the hunters returned and provided us with a good lunch of bologna, beans, pop, pretzels, potato chips, and other delicacies.
Lloyd quit early, so the rest of us did chores. We took Ken home and while we were there, it started raining and hailing. About everyone in the immediate area around Merriman got pretty well hailed out.