LAST EDITED ON Jan-20-16 AT 11:46AM (MST)[p]YBO, i don't know. It would be under Harry Rowell. While i has holding it for that pic, i noticed the black stuff on top of the scull cap. That might mean that the cap, which felt solid, had been broke at one time and because so, ineligible for the book. Maybe so, maybe not.
Did you take a look at the other buck in the middle? As big as the one that Harry is holding, i think i'd like that other buck better...
Oilcan, I remember as a kid when we'd get a call that "the guys" were back and we'd jump in the car and go watch them unload. My Home town had a overabundance of hard core hunters for that day that loved hunting monster bucks out of state. There were several different groups, two of which included uncles from my family and occasionally my Dad as well. Anyway, we'd get there and all the guys would already have most their stuff, with the huge buck heads with big racks sticking up and out all over the place taking my especial attention, out of the rigs and lined up on the sidewalks. There was always at least two or three over sized monsters and i think i knew that way back then as a toddler, that i wanted in on that action!
Fast forward 30 years to about 1990 i'm headed west into Elko. I was done in after hitting it hard for the whole season in two states, and empty from not having seen what i went for and not firing a shot. I'm dirty... and tired, and in no hurry to get home because i'd lost my job. I had to quit because my "Boss" told me that him and his kid were going to idaho, i'd have to stay and watch the shop. My plans had be made and approved but i guess my boss at the time felt that his new plan trumped mine old one and he was wrong in thinking that.
Anyway, i pull in the Stockmens and ask around who i needed to talk to to cash a check cause i'm near empty of cash from my hunts. Turns out i needed to talk to the Head Pit Boss who once looked at my check, asked me to tell that bartender over where he was pointing, to set me up with what i wanted on him, and that he'd be over in a bit and we'd talk.
I did as told and when that pit boss came over, he said that he recognized my name and home town there on my check and wasn't i related to So and so? Well, i was. He knew all my Uncles, my Dad, and all the guys that they hunted with. He called them all out to me by name and wanted updates. He knew them very well and though he was closed lipped about anything particular, he was looking back to the good old days, gazing off into the distance about the times that were, when those groups of guys hit the good old town of Elko.
He told me that i could write the Check for any amount i cared to write it for, that i was more than welcome to be a guest of the Stockman's, and that he had to get back to work but it was a pleasure to meet me and to talk about those guys from back then because they were apart of his best days, days that would never be again.
3 days later, refreshed, well fed, and reinvigorated, i checked out and headed home, a right good way to end a good hunt i'm thinking. I wish i could remember that Pit Bosses name. I doubt he's still with us but he had a lot of good and no bad to say about those Livermore Boys from years ago and he made me proud to be a part of them too.
Joey
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