By: Bears Butt

Some of you may know and some of you don’t know and still others of you could care less, but my Grandfather was sheriff of Box Elder County, Utah for many, many years.  He was the best!  Look up Sheriff John Henry Osmer Zundel if you would like to know more.

He was a man of integrity, honesty, was good looking, tall and very much just like myself.  Perhaps I inherited all of his traits….well…maybe most of his traits.

Here is a copy of a letter sent to him by an investigator:

You know, being sheriff does not always involve shooting people and such!

Bears Butt

April 4, 2012

Written on April 4th, 2012 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

I like to share stuff I find out about and you are the luckiest one to be reading this right now.  I just found out about where the saying “Not worth his salt” came from.  Actually, I had never given the statement any thought.  And I have used it a time or two.

It actually came from ancient Roman times.  Salt was considered a very important item in their lives.  I’m sure much as it does to us today.  They didn’t have a very large supply of it on hand and so it was costly as well.  It really made the food taste a whole lot better than food without it.  And, as an added bonus, food could be preserved by dissolving salt in water and soaking meat in the brine.

Remember, they didn’t have refrigerators in those days.  Heck, they didn’t even have electricity back then.  Can you imagine?

So, the soldiers often times would take part of their pay in salt.

We all know that all soldiers are upstanding, honest, brave, loyal etc., etc. and they all work very hard and strive to do all they can 100% of the time to serve their kings and the people of their country….right?

Well, there must have been at least one of those old time soldiers that didn’t give all that one might think they should and so the paymaster of the time made the comment (and I’m sure it was muttered lowly under his breath to his assistant at the time) “This soldier is not worth his salt, let alone monetary pay”!

There you have it!  Am I worth my salt for telling you this?

Bears Butt

April 2012

Written on April 3rd, 2012 , Just more stories
By: Bears Butt

I guess I’m going to have to get up earlier and get my posting done on this site so that those of you who go to work in the early morning hours will have time to get properly dressed for the daily activities.  What I’m getting at here is this:

Today, April 3, 2012 is “National Tweed Day”!!!  Look at you right now.  Are you dressed in Tweed?  Do you have a spruced up Tweed hat on?  Probably not on both questions!

So, had I gotten up and told you about this earlier, you would have at least had a chance to get properly dressed.  Now, look around at your co-workers.  How many of them are dressed in Tweed?  Probably none.  Because of my failure I’m sure.  Ask them at break and find out how many of them know that today is a famous holiday…in the name of Tweed.

As I sit here I am thinking about all the Tweed clothing in my closet that I could wear today…………..and……….I…………..can’t………..think…………of………any………in ………there.  My bad.

Ah, but a very good memory comes over me about my past.  It was a very long time ago, I was stationed in Germany at the time and I took a week off and went to Scotland for a little fishing.  The river divides Scotland from England and it’s called “The Tweed”.

I guess my memories of that river will have to suffice for me today on this National Tweed Day!

Bears Butt

April 3, 2012

 

Written on April 3rd, 2012 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

Anyone who knows me also knows how much of a “flashlight” guy I am.  Well one of my friends just turned me on to this video of a very unique flashlight.  After looking at the flashlight this one just might replace all my others.

Take a look!

http://videos2view.net/texas-light.htm#.TpjYMP3QiMM.aolmail

Bears Butt

April 2012

Written on April 2nd, 2012 , Uncategorized
By: Bears Butt

The waiting has begun!  We have a commodity of fur and there is a very high demand for that fur.  The local buyers are now beginning to get antsy to purchase those furs from us and have made some “not so reasonable” offers of late.

The word is out on the latest fur sale up in Oregon where the average price for their 8,000 or so muskrats went for $10.47.  That means some rats sold in the $9 range, while others sold in the $12 range.  We think our rats are of a quality to classify them in the upper range.  So, if you are a speculating buyer for our rats this year and are reading this, take note:  We would rather freeze them than give them away, for a price that makes you $2 or more p/hide.  Get reasonable with us and you can have them.

The big buyers are also looking closely at the belly fur this year, which means if we have a damaged fur where the damage is all on the back of the fur, the belly is still clean and in high demand.  The color of our furs believe it or not is on the “blue” side of white on the bellies.   Extra Large furs in the 15 plus inch range, perfectly skinned, fleshed and stretched.  They just don’t get any better.

And so, to you who are just reading this because you like to read Bears Butt dot Com, this doesn’t mean a whole heck of a lot.  Not even much entertainment.  I’ll let you know when the selling is all done just how we did.  And believe me, (this is the entertaining part) the ones doing the buying will NOT like it when I advertise on here what the price they paid was!  HA!!  Why?  Well, because since the beginning of time, fur buyers always have had the desire to buy at the lowest price they can and then turn around in a short period of time and sell those same furs for a much higher price.  In todays times, they have recently been buying furs for extremely low prices (comparatively) and will reap the benefits of prices at or higher than the recent Oregon sale.

So, let’s just say they bought 100 furs last December from some trapper who wanted to have some Christmas money and they bought those furs at a price of $4 each.  The trapper did not feel too bad about getting $400 for his hard earned pelts.  And of course the buyer would have spun a tale about fur prices might be as high as $6 in the Spring, but probably wouldn’t be that high and that they were gambling just parting with $4 etc. etc. etc.   When all the time they know they will far exceed $9 each for pelts damaged or not.  Do you see the deal here?  That is why the old saying holds so very true:  “You catch the fur.  The fur buyer catches you”!

Well, we don’t feel like we want to step into a full on hind leg catch.  Maybe we just want to take a chance on loosing a toe nail this year!  We are clearly knowledgeable about the buyers needing to make some money on the deal.  Bring us your best and final offer right up front and let’s quite pussy footing around!

Bears Butt

April 2, 2012

Written on April 2nd, 2012 , Daily Trapping Events
By: Bears Butt

When I was growing up (and in the background you hear, “Were you young once”?) there were challenges that we all looked forward to meeting and age played a big factor as to us being able to meet them.

For instance, 15 1/2 was the age to get a learners driver permit and then at 16 you got your “real” license!  21 was a biggie and we all know about that.  18 was the age to be able to vote and of course when we could legally leave our secure little nests at home.  But earlier in our years we had to be of a certain age to be “trusted” with big people things….like bb guns, bikes and knives.

I think I was 8 years old when somehow I came to be the owner of a nice little folding pocket knife.  I remember being out by the coal shed making an arrow from a stick.  I was trying to make the notch for the bow string on one end of that stick, when the knife suddenly came into contact with my left thumb, cutting it to the bone from the end, down past the joint.  My sister Dee happened to be home tending me and my siblings at the time and she rushed me to the hospital for stitches.  I don’t know whatever happened to that knife, but I still have the scar.  So, in my mind 8 years was too young to have a knife….let’s save that until you are 10.

Bicycles are a different thing.  As soon as you can master the balance and peddling you are good to go.  That is, as long as you know when and where you can ride safely, watch for cars etc.  Oh, and be able to endure the scrapes and bruises that come with a fall or crash.  Fixing flat tires will be left for the older kids who have access to flat blade screwdrivers and wrenches.  Where did my 7/16th inch wrench go anyway?  Brandon!

BB guns!  A sure sign of a trusting age!  BB guns can hurt and break windows and cause you to lose a lot of privileges if miss handled.  And of course you need to know what “targets” are ok to shoot.  Some parents did not like you to shoot certain birds, while other parents really didn’t care what you shot as long as it wasn’t another person, or any of their windows.  Of course, as a young man there was always some sort of trouble lurking around the corner…or on the corner….that street light was just too tempting most of the time.

I was out shooting birds in the orchard one day, when the neighbor kid came running and grabbed my bb gun and started shooting another neighbor kid with it.  I was trying to get my bb gun back from him when suddenly a huge rock bounced off my head.  The kid getting shot, threw the rock to hit the other kid and missed him and hit me.  I was out like a light and woke up in the kitchen being tended to by mother and dad.  Later that kid came and apologized for hitting me with the rock.  He had a lot of welts on his face from being shot several times and the kid doing the shooting ended up moving out of town.  Whatever happened to that bb gun?  Oh well, let’s move up to a pellet gun, I’m old enough for that now.

16 was the age to be able to go hunting!  Pheasants, ducks, geese and deer!  YES!  What a great age to be.  Not only could I drive without having an older person in the car with me, but I could carry a gun and go hunting by myself!  Hunting safety was taught by my parents and other family members.  Don’t aim at anything you don’t intend to shoot.  Above all else, don’t aim at people (rocks can come falling down on you).   Don’t shoot at anything you don’t intend to eat.  Don’t shoot things that are not in season.  Always keep your guns muzzle pointed in a safe direction, away from other people, usually pointed upward.  Short people have another thing to worry about with that one.  When hunting with a buddy, always hand him your gun before crossing a fence or jumping a ditch.  Make sure the gun is unloaded when you put it in the car or take it into the house to be put away or when the day’s hunt is over.

There were a lot of  “rules” a 16 year old had to know before being trusted with a high powered rifle or shotgun.  And with so many of us “baby boomers” coming of age, the state of Utah officials decided that a hunters safety course would probably be a good investment.  Not only for the good of the youngsters, but also for other family members and people in general.  Not every young person was being given the necessary safety talks before being turned loose in the woods.  So it was about 1963 or so, when I first heard about this safety course thing.  A flyer was being passed around at school and me and my buddies all decided to take the course to see what it was all about.

I was 13 at the time and of course I knew “everything” about the safe handling of a high powered weapon.  Afterall, I did own a pellet gun and had taken some pretty big game with it.  My marksmanship was superb with that gun and could occasionally hit a flying bird with it.  I took the course and was humbled by the things they taught me that I did not know!  The guys from the Utah Division of Wildlife really thought that class through.  We learned a whole lot about the safe handling of guns.  They even threw in muzzleloaders and how to be safe with them.  My buddies and I took the course seriously, which we thought everyone was.  When the written test was taken all of us scored 100%.  Then out at the range, shooting 22 cal. rifles, we all scored perfect bulls-eyes with all 20 shots.

They gave each of us a little card that said we passed the course and even though we did not need it to buy our hunting licenses, we still had the card.  Mine is somewhere in the house and signed by Lee Robertson, the man who spearheaded the program in Utah!  Thanks Lee!  I know you are long gone from this earth, but your program is still very much alive and doing well.

Yesterday, my grandson, Conner, finished his hunter safety course with honors!  And here is the proud owner of his certificate and his first hunting license!  Congratulations Conner!  A job well done!

In today’s Utah hunting world you can hunt small game at any age, but you need to first pass the hunter safety program.  Conner is 10 and he is ready to take on a wild turkey!  I hope the Gods of game give him that opportunity in a few weeks.  For sure, his father and grandfather will be with him trying to get that job done!

Bears Butt

April 1, 2012

 

Written on April 1st, 2012 , Uncategorized

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