The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1939-1949, 1949-01-20

De played SATURDAY at OCAOSh.
Parents of the bowlers are urged
to attend.
Thomas Walker, Reporter
just before the first war. Where
we lived the nearest neighbor
was ten miles away, your best
nuisance was whitface hereford
which continually broke into the
summer garden, altho he had
ten thousand acres Of government
land 20 Craze upon, and ones
best friend in this case was Il
sad faced steed by the name OF
Peanuts" This peanuts" had
a great dislike for anything touch.
ling upon the fringes Of work.
| In fact, even a slow walk to him
was work. We used to have to
chase him six miles in order to
ride him one, and whereupon
he usually took an hour to make
it after one made a successful
. catch. But wait my
story is not Of a horse but or
humans.
This last summer accompanied
by Richland trout seeker I
returned for the first time since
1929 to the scenes Of childhood.
The trout, sad to say, were gone
and they used to be SUCH
beauties new station wagons
have for the most part replaced
ell buckboards, for steers sell IN
these figures now you know.
There were few new faces
around, and whiskey was four
bits instead Of fifteen.
But one thing had not changed
and that's the BULL, and the
funny part of it, this valley Is
known in Western Montana rs
l,.-s Bull River Valley. The first
time. I ran across it was in d
IL In tcherly) at Noxon, little
town Of two hundred people al
| the mouth of the valley. One
---n stood ri1ht there and dis
! played ten Of the finest gam.
bow trout had ever seen. OF
course our next query was, WHERE:
TIE answer was, "why on fly
right here In the mouth Of Bull
River"
Well now I'm not the best fly
Esherman in the world, and
neither was my partner, but al
the end of the next day we had
definitely decided that those ten
bar-room throut had never inhab-
tied the waters at the mouth o.
old Bull River, or If they hac
it must have been years ago. That
nieht in the same location we
ignored our new friend and hi:
, ten trout. The BULL" goes or
forever.
The next day was the pay-off
We decided to get "away back
into the forgotten country, 81
we drove up Bull river for some
twenty miles whereupon we rar
out Of road and into an old lol
cabin around which strayed 8
couple of range horses. After
some delay bewhiskered old
gent ambled out and hollered
"Hullo Strangers" See as to how
we didn't resemble city slickers,
for we had heavy growth by now
he invited us in to perch upon
two nail kegs which were the
only resemblance to furniture in
re rlace.
We were in search of a trail
which lei up to the headwater.
# the river and following are thu
ti-ecfions given to us by thu
Id gent. whom we found on
Hitter to be one Of the last Of tn
II old prospectors who was still
| "A hrpes of finding that vein whicl
would place him In the favore
class the fact that he'd bee
looking in the same spot for som
thirty years did not seem I
bother him.
! Quote:
30 you O0yS Wdut 10 AISO III
headwaters EN-? wal you jest
haf TO walk furm hyea and Il
| nigh on to ten 10 twulve miles q
the crow flys. now on foot let
see wal say about twenty-twenty
five ther-abuts." Jest take thi
trail UP hyar whar you seed ths
pile of cedar posts which I Gu
| last snowfall, took me abut tw
weeks wark to get them dur
posts down from above vale
but thar warnt no way to eve
Get 'em out unless toted Their
down har by tibet trail. Wal jes
sora branch off to the north tina