Arizona republican., 1921-02-27
4 rap, Cur, and Rod

'eii- Sabah, ShielS of AL Jebal, was
iounder of the sect called Assassius.
me story of Sinbad the sailor tells of
Inc Old man of the sea" hoisted on
tne shoulders of Sinbad, refusing to
uisrnount until Sinbad finally released
himself of his human burden, after
making the old man drunk, At pres
emit writing poor Sinbad would have
encountered hard lines had that old
man refused to descend from his perch
until Sinbad had been compelled to
umulate sufficient prescriptions
Spwed by low proof booze, to proper
iysouse him.
Bob Bungay resides in Venice, Cali L
fornia- Every sportsman on the Pa
CHIC coast brands Bob as the prince OF
good fellows and king of entertainers.
Not only mixer, but a trapshooting
enthusiast and trigger ticker second
70 none. His performance. on assorted
styles OF shooting are of the premier
brand. either afield or at trap. On a /
recent visit to the coast, Bob slipped /
the Information to me that White /
orter Canyon. about 100 miles east of /
Los Angeles extending along the west
margin OF Colorado desert, was in
Tested with quail of all varieties. They !
were reported so numerous that their |
Tight was governed by traffic rules, |
to avoid head-end collisions. We i'm
mediately arranged trip, starting the
following day, which Bungay assured
me would go down in mental history
as the best quail hunt in my exper
fence This territory was UNEMPLOYED,
except by cattlemen. My own gun was
the only requisite imposed on me. the
balance of the equipment receiving
Bob's personal attention. The follow
ing morning. accompanied by Robert
Bungay. Jr., chip off the old block"
as third member of our party, we
headed for Whitewater Canyon-quail
mecca of America. Out through
orange. apple. lemon almond and fig
groves. traversing California's cement
highways we made excellent time
After passing Beaumont, we crossed
the Banning Indians reservation where
there has been a recent allotment or
tribal concession-100, 900 acres to ap-
proximately so Indian families. Thence
we drove into Whitewater Canyon-the
latter part OF our trip over dirt roads.
I'm route we passed many covey of
birds. but wanted to get back in the
foothill where they would be found in
countless numbers promised.
we parked our car, footing up deep
a~knyon. At an abrupt turn of the
Vail. We were confronted by a small
shack or cabin, nesting against the
rock face of hill. Constructed of
down timber the roof and side walls
were matched with adobe clay, a mix
ture of straw and mud. Smoked curled
out of the Chimney, indicative of i'm
mediate haSitation. The most miser-
able specimen of humanity / have ever
seen then appeared at the door. I'M
Kept, unclean a few rags hung from
ms form which was nude from the
snlshs down Hellowish grey hair hung
below his shoulders His face was
bountifulIy decorated with hirsute ap-
pendage that covered his breast He
must have been very old as it would
- nave required more than three scor,
years and ten to have accumulated tn,
amount of dirt then covering his per
s.% He had taken the anti-wate
>sige and a comb was an unknown
Naantity. Rubbing and purring aroun.
his legs was an immense alley cal
The devotion of this couple for eacl
other was semi pathetic. The hermi
was undecided whether to run resen
or re-enter his cabin without answer
Ing our salutations. We finally wol
his confidence. He became our col
Man of the Mountain following us Xix
shadow. The alley cat ran AT n;
heels. collecting HIS toll from a numbe
Of our quail killed for his service
-endered- They knew every likely qua
resort in the canyon. AS guides wer
invaluable. THE Old Man of til
Mountains" acted as official retrieve
raging over rocks in his bare fee
without stubbing toe.
During our lunch hour he BEGAN
loquacious. Claiming to hail from Ne
England, he was the scion of a fami
OF wealth; had been disappointed in
love affair: then assigned his mon
TO one of his home institutes. al
sought the life of a hermit, living alo
with his only true friend, the alley c,
He lost track of time but thought
he'd been in the hills approximately
years; he was well educated and a
customed to home comforts but ador
ed the life of recluse. His name
refused to reveal. Poor old hum
derelict regardless of whether hims
or the alley cat received the first fiji
summons, they will be terribly miss
by the one left at home They are n
inseparable, messing and sleeping
gether. When we said good by to [
poor old nom essential, I am free
confess moisture barrage eros
our eyes.
We killed our limit Of birds, assor
mountain and valley quail 1t is c
tainly a skill test when you succe
fully stop quail in the buck CHI
paral or mesquite brush, corret
gauging velocity, flight and shoot
where you think the bird should
after his disappearance
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