Clark's Stories

The Buffalo Steak - Part 2

The Buffalo Steak - Part 2
           We were up before light, and got already, ate some peanut butter and honey sandwiches Irene made for us, then left the tent and started ...

The Buffalo Steak - Part 1

The Buffalo Steak - Part 1
            One fall, a good friend of mine, Richard Dewey, called me from his home in Provo, Utah.  He was the author of “PORTER ROCKWELL a Biogra...

Broken Ribs

Broken Ribs
            I was told, when I really got into horses, that it would only be a matter of time ‘till I got some bones broke. It just comes with the ...

The Lawman

The Lawman
           I learned respect for law and the men that wear the badge from my father. Without law and the enforcement of it, society would soon crum...

The Log Cabin

          Shortly after World War II, my father came home from the Navy (he was in the submarine service) and he and Mom, my brother Tom and I all ...

Punch Your Tag - Part 2

Punch Your Tag - Part 2
         We continued to ride along. Soon a definite feeling came.  “Punch your tag.”  Steve seemed to be totally oblivious to the whole scene I wa...

Punch Your Tag - Part 1

Punch Your Tag - Part 1
             In the fall of ’79 or ’80, I think it was, I was living in Swan Valley, Idaho. I had been there all summer cutting timber in the fores...

Crossing Rivers by Horseback - Part 2

Crossing Rivers by Horseback - Part 2
            Horseback river crossings are not always that way (see part 1). The old time cowboys crossed a lot of dangerous rivers, swimming their...

Crossing Rivers by Horseback - Part 1

Crossing Rivers by Horseback - Part 1
              The first time I can remember watching someone cross a river on a horse was up in Island Park, Idaho at Last Chance. The North Fork o...

First Buck - Part 3

First Buck - Part 3
         Just then, my Uncle Parley appeared on the scene, breathing hard. He had shot a buck and had come up to tell us and get Dad to come down a...

First Buck - Part 2

First Buck - Part 2
            Eventually, the sky took on a glow, sort of a faint orange colors, almost daylight, “Hip hip hooray,” I thought.  We could start to see...

First Buck - Part 1

First Buck - Part 1
               I grew up in a hunting family. OR I should say I grew up with a hunting father who taught us how to shoot a rifle and hit what we we...