Bill Shultz and the Teton Ride
When I was a kid, I used to have a look at the scout group ready for the annual trip to the Teton National Park in Wyoming. Our troop was the biggest in our area, and with so many boys who had a revision be made to ensure that every boy had to be equipped properly. Rows of tents were pitched on the church lawn. The equipment of the two boys were placed in each tent. The scout would then each tent to ensure that each boy a sleeping bag or blankets, a bowl, canteen, was aKnife, an ax, a medical equipment and personal belongings.
We were younger Clock on in envy waits for the time that we could go. End of the Second World War, but these trips when the war ended, they were resumed. The Scout leader to help women start popping popcorn again to earn the money needed by the troops. Each boy had to earn money. As I remember we had to thirteen dollars have before him.
Such a large sum was impossible for me to earn. I cut grass and my father said, he wouldme five dollars if I wanted to plant the median between the street and sidewalk with grass. I went to the task, but found it almost impossible to do.
Our house was built on the coal ash from the power station in the street. It was packed like concrete. It was very difficult, even a few inches of soil to get the grass seed attachment.
Somehow I have the seeds in the soil with a little help from siblings and friends, the Boy Scouts sorry for me. Then came the grass and I got my fivebucks.
Our trip was in two cars. One was driven by Pete Savage, our scouts. The other was driven by Tom Marsh.
Behind every car was a trailer. Within the first cars were eleven people. In the second carriage, there were of us thirteen.
Now it's hard to imagine that you were four boys in the backseat of a car share with a boy on the lap of each boy. There were eight of us in the back seat! Four set two stages next to the assistant scout, Tom Marsh.Well, we only had 340 miles to go!
Tom was trying to quit smoking, a habit he was in the Navy. He politely rolled the car window when he said: "This is another nail in the coffin.
The smell of cigarettes, Tom's was not a problem, as the boys always biting wind. When a boy would wind, he would say cut, "We are now in Indian country."
This is for the first few hours was funny.
Our first flat tire was Evanston, Wyoming shortly. It was thefirst of many on the road to the park the spare wheel contributes to the repair work on the first blowout, but after the tires were repaired and re-pumped with a hand pump. We shared in these tasks.
We did not get in Jackson, Wyoming is required to 10:30 Clock The Heads of State and Government, to buy provisions. The scouts, especially in the famous Cowboy Bar headed.
While I was asking from the streets, saw the spirit in which trouble I found outside the bar to see, I come flying out of the Boy Scoutsthe counter. A cowboy was standing at the door and said, "And Do not Come Back!"
It was shortly before midnight when we get the string Lake Camp. We put our tents and crawled into our sleeping bags, except those of us who could not afford, one. We crawled into our blankets. Then the Scouts went to scare the heck of us a flashlight shining on his face and growl like a bear. (Later, to our luck, the Scouts went on a black night on a black bear at a waterWells. That's when he got the fright of his life.)
Some years ago I was sitting in my office at the church when two young men came in. Even though it was a long way from York, Pennsylvania, to the western states, I took a look at the redhead and said, "You're Bill Schultz ' son! "
I told him how I knew his father and asked for his home phone number. That gave me the chance to talk over old times with Bill Schultz.
Bill Schultz was our Senior Patrol Leader at theTeton trip. He has never told his son this story, which I shall return in a poem years. I changed the verse from prose to rhyme here. I hope you enjoy it:
Bill Shultz and the Teton Ride by Taylor Jones
Monday, 3 May 1999 (revised November 3, 2005)
I sat in my office in the old York When Ward came in a tall, red-haired boy to talk about God.
I said, "You're Bill Schultz's son, that I know. How is your father, have not seen him for daysonce?
"How do you know?" That's what he said. I said: "You just look like him. You look like your father.
I picked up the phone, I chose, and there was Bill. I said: "I am a young man here! He says that he is only a little."
They talked and then I spoke with Bill, by renewing things long ago. I told the boy from his great father, I was glad to talk with his father at last.
I said: "Let me tell you a story about your dad and roving. In the great Teton Mountains Great Timesall were had.
Larry Haywood and I rented horses. From the troops we snuck away. We loved this Teton roads to ride, we have it every day.
The last day of our campout, a beautiful summer day, the whole troupe decided to ride: were soon on the road.
We rented horses for a scout or a few, despite the warning of the Wrangler, "These creatures are not broken for two!"
Then, the Wrangler is added: "I do not see them lathered If you bring them back again. These are the tracesHorses not race off down the path. "
So off we went, and some of the Scouts Got for double-Ridin 'thrown. They ran like hell from the brawler. I think some are still hidin.
I remember Dickey Duncan limping down the road. Died in a theater fire, but that was again a spell.
The rest of us took the Jenny Lake Road, Bill Schultz decided to trot. So in the middle of the paved rode, our guide to the front lot.
I screamed, "Do not gallop on the way back to the GetWay! "But Bill spurs to his horse a few more, and walked down the street confused.
That's when a team Flashed a poll steel band quickly before Bill's horse. The critter turned towards the east, a phrase, not the note Bill.
Bill destroyed on the tarmac, we could him little attention. The other horses followed him. We had to catch that horse.
Wally jumped fell, especially after the first fence was, along with some others, almost in a heap.
Larry and I tried toto stop the horses, but they just keep running. We knew that we are now in trouble, fighting cocks which saw us coming.
The second fence leaving the rest of the troupe, all except me and Larry. We gave up before the last fence waiting for the fury of the Wrangler.
"You two better than knowing that the horses, they have already once each day. Go down from there and not come back. We send away!"
We slid down and grabbed their boots, what our poor rumps pain. "We do not alwaysYou see two! No, never again! "
We went back across the fields that belong to our friends that we do not. We have seen ol 'Bill, his red hair, blinking, limping right along.
His clothes were torn, his face really bleeding, all because my voice to respect, he never thought about.
It was my cry to stop riding and not as fat as Jerry Colona Survey Down the Road Rio.
I often think of this journey, we have worked so hard to leave. We drove up to eleven and thirteen, to a car, the old tiresloved blow.
We swam in the freezing lake, we hiked for twenty miles. Those were the glory days in Wyoming, being with my buddies.
I saw Bill's son, he looked at me again, a smiling, happy boy. He said: "Dad told me never believe that to go. I wish he had!"
© John T. Jones, Ph.D. 1999-2005
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