Thursday, October 25, 2012

NELSON DIARY and LIFE in DENMARK and AMERICA


Diary of Christian Nelson
By Christian Nielsen (Nelson)
“Jeguar Fodt” is Lodsby (Laasby), Aarhus amt, Denmark, October 20, 1866
CHRISTIAN NELSON FAMILY
Men Fader uar Hans Nielson Herning, Men Moder was Kjisten Martie Jensen Pelson.  Men Fader came from Byen Herning, Denmark.  Men Moder come from Nesset, Jegtroir Det er I Silkeborg amt.”


I Christian was born in Lodsby (Laasby), Aarhus County, Denmark.  My folks was Lutherans afor they joined the Mormon Church and understood I was christened “Jensen” then changed to Nielson.  Father bore the name of “Herning”, which was the custom in that country to be called by the name of the town or county you were born in, which make the Danish names very mixed, in fact it puts them in a muddle to cipher out.  Anyway I was born in the Church.  (the muddle was no muddle at all the mother, Kjisten Marie was born a “Jensen” an Upper Class Jensen.  Hans became a Jensen because of his station in life and his children were born with the Christened name of “JENSEN”.   Christian said, “Her own family whom were nearly all well off rejected her on account of marrying against their wishes.  They never came to see her and she was very proud.  She did not go near them.  Such was our lives and such was our living.  
BRIDGE THAT CHRISTIAN BUILT

I commences to go to school when I was seven years old.  I learned to read very good before I was taken to school.  Father was very strict, never allowed any fooling and very little play and no talking only to answer his questions.  I can remember my sister, Hanna took me down to the red school with red roofing tiles on it.  School was set when I came into the room.  School teacher, his name was Nielsen (surname), made me read a piece out of a book and I read so well, he put me up in the middle of the class.  In those days they only had one class in public schools and our lessens was Reading, Writing, Spelling and a little Geography.  My teacher was a splendid fellow, hones, square and always treated me fine.  I liked him.  Just once did he chastise me on my cheek and said I suppose you will be a Mormon just like your father.  I sure felt cheap. 
CHRISTIAN'S ASSEMBY YARD  D&RG
We was poor, that is we had enough to eat and wear, just common, only the clothe you wore, none extra.  Wore wooden shoes, was happy in a way but scared to dead of any strangers. 
I remember once when I was down in the store for something and there was some Gypsy kids in there.  Two of them.  They were a nuisance.  Storekeeper said to me, put them boys out, they were above my size.  I tackled the job and out they went.  Next day I met them out of town a little ways.  They knew me and they were good and sore and came after me.  I could hold my own but one of them pulled a knife and threatened me but I was scared sure, but I still hung on.  Just then Father happened to come along.  I guess that was the only time I was really glad to see him.  He chased me home and I sure was glad of it.
CHRISTIAN'S MARKHAM BRIDGE 
A good many of our neighbors was wealthy and they was very kind to us.  My good mother was sick all the time, lying in bed, aromatic.  Oh how I loved my mother no one knows.  She used to tell me her troubles and she sure had some, no one knows but her.  Those days poor people sure suffered all kinds of hardship.  I can remember when I was  about 9 years old, how our rich neighbors tried to get Father to sign me over to them.  They all liked me but nothing doing.  When I would be out playing and I would see father coming how I would hike for home.  He was very strict and I was on the jump.
DANISH HOUSE AND WELL
School hours was my best time but if I was late getting home I would get a good correcting.  There is one instance of my childhood I am proud of.  Coming home from school one neighbor gang of boys and girls stopped at a pond which had been froze over and broke up in the spring.  We was all having a good time jumping across the pond on kegs of ice from shore to shore till one of the boys fell in and was clinging to a keg of ice.  In about two seconds every boy and girl was scared to dead.  I can remember the boy, he was bigger and older than I was but I could not run.  I guess I was so scared.  I remember getting a stick and pulled him over where I could get his hand and helped him up on this ice float I was standing on, it nearly put us both in the pond.  He was sure a thankful boy.
Taken from a letter to his Children on his Birthday 20 October 1933
Christian’s Life in Denmark
Born 68 years ago today in a long straw-thatched wide building in country town called Lodaly, by one of the greatest and best honorable mother that ever lived.  A most humble and God-fearing woman, in the very poorest of circumstances and conditions, in a room, I see it now, ide in area, with bunk nailed against wall.  One side of room bottom board and straw filling with a feather tick on top of straw and one for top cover.  A high four-walled iron heater put together with common clay with pipe into the chimney.  A hard earthen floor with a rough table and chairs and benches standing under a high window.  One alcove room to one side with a baker’s brick oven with a fireplace on top leading up to a very wide chimney, this is where you done what little cooking was done in an iron kettle hanging across the chimney.  The door leading out was just like a double cut stable door with a one foot high door sill to step over. 

Maybe mother got enough to eat sometimes and maybe not.   Many times she went hungry and her children would cry for food.  Living on black rye bread and what little skim milk neighbors would give her.
STEAM SHOVEL  AND DINKEY

I loved my mother dearly.  In my infant days I can recall her going into the woods gathering up wood and strapping it on her back with a rope and packing it home for two or three miles.  I used to trot along by her side.  When she got tired she would sit down in the ditch along the highway and rest and what a hard tie she would have getting up with the wood strapped to her poor back.  As soon as was able to pack a little on my back I done so.  It was freezing sometimes in snow two or three feet deep.  What a life for a good woman to lead.  I never heard her complain of her hard lot.  She was always thankful for any kindness extended to her by her poor friends. 
Her own family whom were nearly all well off rejected her on account of marrying against their wishes.  They never came to see her and she was very proud.  She did not go near them.  Such was our lives and such was our living. 

MANY BLESSINGS
B&G BRIDGE   CARRFORK


You children complain over your circumstances.  You have no cause for complaint.  You should be on your knees morning and night thanking our Father in Heaven for your many blessings you receive daily.  Why don’t you all turn to Him with your heart and soul kneeling His commandments .  In ourselves we accomplish nothing.  We are depending on His mercies to us.  Why do we not appreciate our wonderful blessings received daily?  I am telling you once for all if you don’t change some of your ways you will be sorry and maybe too late.  You have no excuse, you was raised and taught the truth by a good mother of your own.  A mother you should all love and take her council.  A mother that was good and kind.  A mother that did lead you right as long as you was small.  Whom tried to  show you the right course to take.  I cannot understand why you do not follow in her foot steps and worship the God she loves.  The God that gave us all life, that opens up ways for his children if they follow Him.  How plain the plan to follow which he has revealed to day.

The end of the seasons are knocking on your door, open up and let in the Light while you have a chance.  Never mind what your fellow associates say or think, you must not follow them, you must stand on your own feet.  You must think for yourself.  You must not deny your own conscience.  You must not go against the teachings of your mother.  If you do so you will rue the day as sure as you live.

I am telling you once for all that Mormonism is true and the only way to salvation.  Let the world raze all it wants to against the officials of the Church, that dose nor not hurt the principals of the Truth.  There is no man perfect and we are all apt to err in our ways but you children seemed to have turned your parents’ and their religion down.  I cannot understand how you could do so..  what, are you afraid to acknowledge God that gave you life and whom you will someday return too?  You all know better.  Today is the time for you to turn over a new leaf.  Get in line become life members of your Church and help out for your own salvation and the salvation of your children if you love them, or get out of it entirely.  You are standing in the door, turn one way or the other.  Do not say I did not tell you for I have.  I bore you my sincere testimony that the Church of Jesus Christ is true and the only way to eternal life.  So I hope you will all read this letter and understand my words and seek for greater things, for it is here and do not cast it from you.
Your Old Daddy
C. Nelson

Death Notice
Christian Nelson, 68, of 154 West North Temple Street, Road Master of the Bingham & Garfield railroad, was killed at 10 a.m. today (19 March, 1935) at Highland Boy.  Mr. Nelson was killed when a crane on the wrecker struck a trolley pole crashing it down on him. 

Hans NIELSEN HERNING                                                  Herning, Ringkobing, Denmark
Marie Kisten JENSDATTER PELSEN NIELSON                   Nisset, Lemming, Viborg, Denmark
Maren Catrina HANSDATTER NIELSEN                    Rohde, Skorring, Aarhus, Denmark
Anna Johanna HANSDATTER NIELSEN                                    Galten, Aarhus, Denmark.
Niels HANSEN NIELSON                                                               Galten, Aarhus, Denmark
Jens HANSEN NIELSON                                         Laasby, Gern, Skanderborg, Aarhus, Denmark
Jens (James) Hansen NIELSEN                   Laasby, Gern, Skanderborg, Aarhus, Denmark
Christian Hansen NIELSON NELSON         Laasby, Gern, Skanderborg, Aarhus, Denmark
Christian was born 20 October 1866 and killed 19 March 1935
WINTER QUARTERS UTAH


Marie Kisten was a Pelsen who married below her station in life and was shunned by her family.  So no matter how hard she suffered or how poor she became she was no longer part of the family.  They moved two or three times trying to better themselves but the family was poorly housed and did go hungry at times.  They were also harassed for joining the Mormon Church.

Bingham Canyon, Utah
Chris was the Rail Master "the head of the trains" for the D & RGW serving the Carbon County coal companies until he moved from Provo to Salt Lake City.  The Bingham Canyon mines were mining ore faster than the D & RGW could ship the ore to the Magna mills.  Two or three new lines were constructed but this was not enough, so, they built the Bingham & Garfield Railway (the B & G) from the bottom of the Utah Copper Pit directly across the mountain to Magna.  It was a 20 mile railway built high up on the steep mountain side high above the town of Bingham.  It was a major project with three huge steel trestles across three canyons and four tunnels totaling almost a mile long.   And Christian Nelson was the Road Master, "the head of the railroad". 
WASATCH STORE  WINTER QUARTERS UTAH
Winter Quarters, Utah
Ella Nielson Boothe said,  "I had an Uncle Chris.  You should hear about him.  He is a famous guy in my life.  He was the head of the trains.  His office was way up high in the store.  When he would come over he would put me in his arms and love me and give me a book or something.  I remember standing up on the hill when I had the mumps, waving at the men on the track.  When Uncle Chris came they would throw out lumps of coal for us and we would go and get it."  

Friday, October 5, 2012

ARGO GREEKS and GODS "LOST AT SEA by EUGENE HALVERSON


The Argo
Once upon a time in a land far away the Greeks and Gods built the famous  Argo  it was made from trees  from an inchanted forest.  It carried Jason and the Argonauts  to find the "Golden Fleece" and other  mithical adventures.
JASON'S SHIP

 
Niels was he Shangaied -- or--  Lost at Sea ?  
In the spring of 1877, James 17 and Christian 12 boarded "Argon" with a Company of Mormon emigrants. It was to sail to Hull, England in the morning. Niels followed his two brothers to the harbor and watched them board the Argo. That night he quietly slipped into the water and swam to the ship, climbed aboard and found a hiding place but was soon discovered and taken to the Captain. Niels, 22 years old agreed to work as a sailor to pay his passage. Niels never did accept the Mormon religion there was a lot of talk against polygamy and he had enough of the Lutheran Church also.  At Hull the two brothers looked high and low for Niels. Niels just had just disappeared. We say he was lost at Sea. Did the Captain and crew hide him away or did Niels just hide from his brothers
Seattle, Washington 2011
NEILS LOST AT SEA

In a LDS Church a daughter of Carole Moulton and a young lady was looking at one of my books in the Nielsen section.  She pointed at Niels and said he was not “Lost at Sea”; he has a large family in Argentina.  The young lady cannot be found and Niles’s family is “Lost in South America” somewhere.    I am desperately looking for her.  What a waste.  Was Niels “Shanghaied” (taken by force by the Captain and  crew) or did he just hide from his brothers? 

Anna Johanna Nielsen, Hannah as she was called was born under humble circumstances into a family of six children; two daughters and four sons. 
Maren (Mary), Anna Johanna, Niels (lost at sea), Jens (died at age two), James (Jens), Christian.

Maren Catrina was the first to leave Denmark, in about 1869 or 1870.  She immigrated alone to Salt Lake and then sent down to Richfield, Utah.  There she met and married Hans Peter Nielsen, together they had built a farm here.  Hans was a miller and a carpenter.  She would provide a home for the rest of the family when the rest of family came several years later. 

HANS NIESON FAMILY
The S. S. Wisconsin sailed from Liverpool on the 19th of September 1877 with a company of 482 Mormon Saints; it was a spirited and lively company, full of music and song.   They landed at New York Sept. 3 and arrived by train in Salt Lake City on October 6th."
The daughters of James, May and Ella both tell this story of life in Denmark; the family was poor and times were hard.  The wealthy feudal landlords made life very hard for the peasants.  Having no land of their own they had to live in a rented house and work where they could.  All of Han's children were hired out to these landlords except the two youngest.  May said, "My father (James) worked as a farm hand.  He had to herd cows, clean corals and feed stock.  The corals were kept spotless and were bedded each day with clean straw.  They milked the cows three times a day.  Father received very little compensation for his labor, mostly board. 
May said, "In the winter the children went to school at nine o'clock in the morning and it lasted all day.   In the summer they went from six to nine in the morning, and then worked on the farm the rest of the day.  In Denmark they went to school until they were fourteen years old, then one year to the Priest for examination.  None of Grandfather's children went to the Priest as he would not let them. 
Hannah’s father lived a long distance from his folks.  They were hard toward him for joining the “Mormon” Church.  One day her father’s brother was traveling by their home as a freighter.  He came to the door and asked if they were still serving the devil. 
In Denmark, the Catholic priests would go around with a box on their shoulders to solicit money from their followers so that the souls of the dead relatives, who had sinned, could be released from the burning pits of Hell.  If the people paid enough money, and the box clinked, immediately the souls of their dead relatives would spring out of Hell’s fire. 
There was not much time for amusement, as the children had to work all the time.  They had little freedom; they attended dances once in a while in the winter.  Then there was skating and snowballing.  The children of the poor class were allowed to gather the dead wood from the forest.  You could see many children with large bundles of wood on their backs.  Sometimes they had to go long distances in to the forest for wood and also to gather hazelnuts to store for winter and to roast as they sat around the fire at night.  They had a lot of pleasure going into the woods". 
The parents and the children were all converts to the Mormon Church and all wished to come to Utah but they didn't have the money for the passage.  There was only enough money for the oldest daughter to go at first.  It took several years before the rest of the family could earn enough for to follow. 
Christian Nelson  wife Mary
From New York City, the journey continued the same day by rail 30 September 1877.  They crossed rivers and mountains.  At one point it was raining so hard the river started to rise.  It rose so high that they could not cross and their train had to wait three days for the river to go down so they could go on their way.  The Saints arrived in Ogden and in Salt Lake City, Saturday, 6 October 1877.
While in Salt Lake City, they visited the grave of Brigham Young who died earlier that same year.
Hannah’s sister, Mary and her husband met them at the end of the railroad and took them to Richfield where she lived.  They traveled by wagon.  Hannah found employment from a man named Jensen who ran a store in Elsinore.  Hannah helped Mrs. Jensen in the home.  With Hanna and her father both working, they hired a girl to come and sit with her mother.  Hannah’s father worked at cutting stone to earn money to build a home and buy a farm. 
James Nielson and family
Her father bought an inexpensive lot from the city and by working hard he soon had a beautiful place with trees and flowers.  He farmed this lot for a few years then sold it.  This farm was south of Richfield. He then leased some land from the city to the north of Richfield.  This land was all cut up from floods and was in bad condition.  Again, by working long and hard he soon had a level farm that produced very abundantly.  He broke up and farmed the land that the Richfield City Cemetery now occupies.  He farmed this land until he became sick and died in 1907. 

Sunday, September 2, 2012

ARCHERY ANCIENT ENGLISH WAR GAMES by EUGENE HALVERSON


DATUS ARCHERY 
ANCIENT GOLF, CLOUT, TARGET GAMES
By Eugene Halverson
A Day on the Mountain
Eugene--Fred Larsen-- Bill Houghton
In the old days Datus always maintained a golf course at the Point of the Mountain just south of Draper. There was always someone up there especially after work when the day became cooler. I remember the evening Alene and Fred Larsen and I met up on the “Golf Course”. We had shot several holes going up the mountain and the next hole was off the ledge down to the valley below.  It was a long ways away and Fred and I was in deep thought.  Well, “How far is it”, Alene asked.  Fred piped up with an, “I don’t know”, “how, about a Clout Shot”, we told her.  Then she pulled the string back and raised it up to shoot, aiming way up in the air.  We watched the arrow fly and fly, and then, “Pop”, she hit the puck dead center.  I can still hear her scream, and see the puck jumping and rolling away.  We lost the course and the mountain to houses. 

Long Bows
canting bow to look down the arrow

In the 1938 film Earl Flynn of the “Adventures of Robin Hood”, Howard Hill shot an arrow into the “Bulls Eye” splitting one arrow with another.  It was the most famous archery shot of all time.  He always shot instinctively, no sight, he shot by feel, this requires time and effort.  With this bow an archer could shoot an arrow every five seconds and penetrate four inches of Oak.  If I had of known about the accuracy and the power of the long bow, I would have used it instead of the recurve, but the recurve treated me well.  It was the stupid compound bow that ruined my shoulders and forced me to quit shooting.  I voted to ban it in tournaments but it came anyway.  I voted against changing target faces too but lost again.    
Howard Hill’s bow was the “Old English Long Bow”.  He made archery hunting possible. Very few people took archery seriously until he came along. No one has ever beaten or even matched his records.  The Longbow dominated medieval warfare.  The long bow was used by the English to a devastating effect.
Robin again

Hill’s fame with hunting had already came to Utah.  I remember back to 1938 when I was admiring the “Bow and arrow that killed this large buck deer” hanging in Tracy Wigwam.  Could I do that someday?  I had many dreams.
Lee
My brother, Lee began shooting while I was still in dream land; Lee and Garland began shooting at a tub hanging on the old garage.  Well, they were lucky to hit the garage and I went away laughing.   But they soon learned about buying the right arrow for the bow and they really improved.  I still remember the day Lee brought home the two deer he had killed near Puffer Lake.  His stories finally woke me up. 
I couldn’t stand it so I borrowed his bow and some arrows and off I went.  Well, they don’t call it “Bear Canyon” for nothing.  I heard many stories about it so in the quite of the evening I often looked up and wishing I was there.  The top was a light green and the rocks were so white, white granite.  I finally got there and explored until the sun went down.  It was beautiful, I had never seen such big boulders, and I was happy.  I looked over the valley looked down at my house.  I was day dreaming again, so I got a late start home.  I did get off the upper cliffs before dark but I could never make a step down without touching and feeling each step with the end of my bow.  It was slow and I had a terrible time getting off the mountain.  I t was about three in the morning when I finally got home all scratched and bruised.    
During the 1950’s Lee and I shot in Les Hunt’s Archery shop in a league and it was fun.  We learned with the help of other archers about the basics of a good bow arm and a good release, and how to make arrows and strings.

OLD ENGLISH WAR GAME PRACTICE
Gene canting bow for line

My first tournament with the Timpanogos Archers where we shot what we called the “American Round” but it should be called the “English Round”.   It is the same target that Howard Hill shot in the movie; gold center, red, blue, black and white.  We shot 30 arrows each at 40, 50, and 60 yards. 

The 80 Yard “Imperial Round “(sounds English to me), we also call it a FITA Round and measured in yards and scored it like an American Round.  I have shot it at 80 yards; some even go back to the 100 yard line. 

The Ancient Practice of CLOUT
The term clout shooting is derived from the act of shooting a clout.  The event dates back to Elizabeth the 1st it is an "old English form of competitive archery at a single mark."  Our target was a pole 180 yards away, the center was a three foot mat the outer circle was a 20 foot radius mark from the pole (40 foot diameter).  This was a very effective form of artillery. During The Hundred Years War, the outcome of battles at Crecy, Poitiers and Agincourt would certainly have been different without the massed firepower of these ancient archers.  I think we scored it 5 and 10 points, I cannot even remember how many arrows we were allowed to shoot.  We never paid much attention to rules anyway.
Golf
The Scotts is credited with the discovery of “Archery Golf” with a pleasant walk in woods carrying a bow and arrows, it was called “Roving” today we call it “Archery Golf” The Pucks (4 inch rubber hose) set in front of the Flag (Red, Yellow, etc. Courses)  18 Flags are placed from maybe 20 yards to 300 or more yards away.  Every hole is a “Par 2” no matter the distance.  A shorter course is more popular especially if “One Arrow” hits the puck making it “a hole-in-one”.

The DATUS is the home of Archery Golf in Utah.  It is their favorite sport (mine too).  It is a money raising Invitational every spring and most of the money is given back in prizes.  DATUS invites anyone who wishes to compete.  An expert may win a Course or even the whole event.  But there are also many prizes for the “Average Shooter” who otherwise could not compete with the “Best”.  DATUS members have a “Campout” every year somewhere high in mountains in the National Forest, playing this game and maybe a game of Clout.  They eat together, I remember roasting some pigs on a spit.  What a wonderful smell, turn it a little pore some more “Wine” then turn some more.  “When is it done’, I asked.  Hooter said, “When the cook falls in the fire”.  The Datus Campout was the high-light of summer every year, and I loved it.

We also had either a set of Field Targets or Hunter Targets set up all summer long near the mouth of Big Cotton Wood Canyon, on the abandoned Auerbach Estate in their garden and under many, many trees. That disappeared with the 115 Belt Route. 

All the outdoor shoots except the Field and Hunter Rounds are old English Rounds and were war practice games sponsored by the King.

Animal League
When I joined Datus back in the 1960’s they were shooting the “Animal Round”.  No other club that I know even knows what it is or where it came from.  I believe some brilliant Datus member dreamed it up.  There are four animals on a white card-board and you shot from top to bottom, 1st -a big goose, 2nd - a rabbit slightly smaller, 3rd a small duck 4th tiny squirrel on the bottom.  1st all four arrows are shot from the 20 yard line.  2nd - a walk up 20, 15, 10, 5.  3rd - a walk back. Forth four arrows shot from the 20 yard line with double score.  Vital 10 points none-vital 5, with a possible score 200.  Many including myself shot a few 200 games but no one ever put all three games together.  This was a favorite game, even my wife began to shoot, I can still hear the giggles, laughter and cackles.  Everyone shot fast and had fun; no one was allowed to hold up the game without getting yelled at.  I remember Old S. K. Daniels, 90 years old having the time of his life. 

Datus Hunter League
With a new building I started a new league just for the Bow Hunter.  When I used up all in Datus, I invited all my friends.  We used the old blue and white indoor target, 5, 4, and 3 rings.  This was a more serious league but with all instinctive shoots it still moved fairly fast.  Most of the best instinctive archers in the state were now competing every week.  I would name them but there were just too many real good archers.  Many of us were shooting close to a perfect game, close to the 290’s.  These scores were raising the eye-brows of the sight shooters (Freestyle) people.  So UBA changed the target face and a few others to boot. 

DATUS stands for—Devoted Archers True Utah Sportsmen

DATUS ARCHERY CLUB
About 1961 we had a “Wild Cat Strike” and it was very successful a couple of years later I had given up my Boiler shop job and was now a Mechanic.  Well I was now working with four or more Datus Members.  They signed me up and I loved it.  We rented a building for meetings and the winter archery leagues.  One was right next to the Railroad tracks and the next was in a stores warehouse.  Both were small and crowded, it felt like we were in a closet.

Then in 1978 after 22 years of renting we decided we needed $20,000.00 to build our own club house, so we assessed each member $200.00 and eventually built our club house in West Jordan.  Jim Jensen was contracted to build the cement walls.  Soon after we put a roof on it and shingled it.  Then it just sat, nobody doing anything.  I kind of took charge and asked Larsen to pour the floors, Kartchner to sheetrock it.  Butch put in the gas line.  We put the deck in and did a hundred other things; most everybody I asked worked and was able to have our winter leagues and invited other clubs to our tournaments.  If we failed to get our leagues going we would be in trouble with the bank and the town. 
A few years ago I opened up a box from Datus and in it was the most beautiful plaque I had ever seen.  I had a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye.
Thank you DATUS for making me a
LIFETIME member


GENE HALVERSON
HOORARY LIFETIME MEMBER
DATUS ARCHERY
This was printed on top of the Datus Arrow point symbol.  I heard the deer in the Quaky Forest was cut, burnt and colored by Doyle Atwood.  I thank all of those who had any part in making this and bestowing the Honor.  It has always hung on the wall where anyone can see it and of course I brag a little.  I have always felt privileged to have been a member of the Greatest Archery Club in the world.  We all worked and we all did our share or else we would have been in deep trouble that year.   

The building was near completion and the black top was holding things up.  We would poor cement after work but if it was wetter than usual I had to come back later.  It was very dark that night it was about eleven o’clock.   I had returned to finish the concrete curbing.  I was alone with a flash-light in one hand and a trowel in the other.  All of a sudden it was light as day and a bunch of Cops were pointing guns at me.  Here I was with a trowel in my hand,  “Drop it so I dropped my trowel”. 
I spent many hours and days in the West Jordan Inspectors Office getting help and clearance before they were happy.  If I wasn’t happy with what they decided I would demand another conference.  In the end we were all happy. 

Short Bows
I learned that the Long Bow was more accurate and had better penetration.  If I did I would have used them instead of my short recurve.  Jim Pickering let me try a dozen different “Carol Recurve Bows” .  I shot the "Gentleman Jim" he developed the most accurate bow they had.  I always shot “Bow Hunter Class” (no sights).  At one time there were more Bow Hunters than any other class.   Compound Bows don’t even look like old bows and I don’t like it.  The Bare Bow people and Bow Hunter Classes used to be the largest group in most tournaments, now they have kind of disappeared.  Now all you see are sights and gadgets. 

Field Round
A  Field Course has marked yardages.   The NFAA field round is made up of 14 targets and usually shot twice to make the round.  You may shoot all four arrows from one marked stake or you walk up and shoot one arrow at four different stakes.  Distances vary from 20 feet to 80 yards.  There are four different size targets. Targets are black and white with 20 points possible.

Hunter Round
uses an all-black face with a white dot and the distances vary between 33 feet and 70 yards.  All on the roving course. Scoring is identical to the field round.

Animal Round
The target is a colored animal faces with marked distances using three marked arrows.  A hit with the #1 arrow ends that target, but if you missed you keep moving until the third arrow is shot.  A vital is (20, 16, or 12) and non-vital is (18, 14, or 10).
An Aggregate score is the total of all three rounds. 

 In the summer of 1971, I scored enough points to place “3rd in the 26th National Tournament in the National Forest above Cedar City.  It was the total aggregate score of all three rounds, with 5 day score.  I was in high Heaven.  There were a couple a  thousand people shooting for five days.  I was shooting my new white Carroll  Recurve developed by Jim Pickering from Datus, it was called “Gentleman Jim”.  

The Archers and Ceder City did a wonderful job taking care of us.  You should have seen the Steak and Dutch dinner they provided after the ceremony. 


In 1972 I won 2nd second place in the “Southwest Sectional, (all western states).  This was hosted by the “Timp Archers, it was a two day shoot with hundreds attending.   

Lee won the first indoor tournament we ever competed in.  It was hosted by the Brigham Archery Club.
But I won all the “Indoor and Outdoor Tournaments” in Utah for next ten years.

As I got older and my eye-sight began to fail I was on borrowed time but I kept a going until I could no longer shoot without pain in my shoulders.  I blame the “Stupid Compound Bow” for ruining my shoulders and ending my beloved sport.  It made it easy to draw but the shock was too much for my shoulders.  I remember when “Jennings” built the first one.  Soon all the manufacturers were stealing his ideas and compounds were everywhere.  Compounds caused quite a stir all over the country and UBA had to decide if they would be legal to use them in their tournaments.  I voted against them.  They did not even look like a bow, it was an abominable contraption.  The shortness made it ideal for hunting but without the releases and stabilizers, it was a piece of junk.  

The Bow Hunter Class must shoot hunting bows and arrows during all tournaments, 125 grain points, 40 pound bows.  He must have one finger above the arrow (no string walking).  He must shoot instinctively (no sights).
  
I got ribbon from UBA that said;
Eugene Halverson belongs to the “Fellowship of Robin Hood”  he has Duplicated ye most Extraordinary feat  of “Robin of Sherwood”  who shotte wythe his Bow and dydde  splitte an Arrow previously lodged in ye Eyye of ye targette.


Eugene with "Gentleman Jim, Carroll Bow"
I shot higher scores with it than with any compound Bow

INVITATIONALS
The Buckhorn Bowmen in Price was the regular field/hunter round, but the long distant animal shoot was always fun.  For 25 cents you competed until someone hit the lion in the heart.
The ONE MILLION BC INVITATIONAL that the Logan Bowmen put on was the greatest of all.  Giant Mammoths at 90 or better yards, but there were every kind of dinosaur at various yardages and even a couple of pterosaurs (giant birds) came flying overhead, 10 or 15 miles an hour.  The last shot of the day was from the top of the mountain to quilt on the bottom of the canyon.  It was a long shot 180 maybe 200 yard, like a clout shot with an unknown yardage, with three animal marked arrows. 
Beehive Wasatch held their big Animal shoot out at Park City.  The fee included the ride on a ski lift to the first three dimensional deer targets in Utah.   
There is an invitational every week somewhere in in Utah.  UBA regulates them so the smaller clubs are not lost in the shuffle, money to survive is necessary.  

BOW HUNTING for DEER and ELK

I went hunting during the 1960’s but I did not have the best bow or it seemed like I was not good but lucky.  I went alone up to the East Fork of the Bear I had lots of shooting but the only thing I hurt was my feelings.  I went to Fish Lake with Lee and chased deer all over the place.  I went Billy, Lee, Darald and even Keith Cowdell to Robins Valley.  We could hunt and fish and look for arrow-heads it was a marvelous mountain.   I followed the Datus Club to Monroe Mountain, it quite enjoyable at night spinning stories about the days hunt.  But I made the mistake getting stuck in Bob Covington’s deer drive; the poor deer were literally chased down and shot, I was left far behind.   

Elk Ridge, up Cotton Wood draw out of Blanding was something I still dream about.  I had never seen so many big bucks in such big herds.  

We hunted the Bear’s Ears and Elk Ridge mostly.  Lee’s wife Carol shot the biggest buck we ever got.  I hit a few monsters that I lost because I failed to wait long enough for them to die.  The ones I took home were like babies to the ones I should have taken home.  I learned to follow blood trails and not to make so many mistakes.  Coyotes traveled in packs, sometimes they would completely devour a deer left over night.  In the winter they would kill even the big bucks.  Mountain lions were all over and they were killing everything.  Bears were thick as flies and doing lots of damage.  It seems like all the fauns and the does were being eliminated as fast as fast as they were being born.     

Bow Hunting for Deer and Elk
Around 1971, Ally Burke represented UBA and was able to get us the privilege to hunt “ELK” for the first time ever.  We did not have to draw for a license, you just bought one.  A deer license gave you two deer, what a deal. 
Every week end I was somewhere looking for a place to hunt both of them, especially a place where I could camp on a fishing stream and hunt up.  One day I found an old Forest Service manager who told me about the “Muddy”.   What a wonderful out of the way place that was.  If you happened to be there when it rained you stayed there until it dried out. 

The MUDDY

We camped in a grove of  Aspen below the road on the Blacksmith’s Fork Creek.  We were so busy hunting we did not know about all its fish.  Our drinking water came from the coldest and biggest spring on the mountain.  We were in the middle of an ancient Aspen forest with top of the mountains covered with pine and fir trees.  The “Bear Hole” below us with Elk and Bears and the tops were full of them too.  One of us was always telling a story about a cougar, a bob cat, a coyote, a badger or a bear he had seen that day.  It was wild and beautiful.  Lakes full of fish all over the place.  There was petrified wood and arrow-heads to look for.  

Sage Hens were on the flats with Pine Hens and Ruff Grouse above us.  But with all the predators it was like Elk Ridge the deer and elk were very cautious.  It took all our hunting skills to get close enough for a shot.  If you drove up the road as far as the old saw mill, the elk would just leave, so we learned to walk up and where to walk up. 
white top mountains

In a few years I was getting an elk and a couple of deer every year.  I was making clean kills and not having to trail them as far. 
Then Jim Bell who took my job as UBA’s Hunting Representative gave us an elk season and a separate deer season that ruined everything.  I would be alone; my relatives could only be there during the deer hunt.   

But my eye-sight as well as my shoulders was hurting and I was no longer making these great shots.  The last year I hunted down there, I had wounded two deer and an elk.  So I quit and went fishing.  I did go down on the Boulder Mountain with family and went out and made a perfect deer shot, he dropped in his tracks, but I really did not like killing animals anymore even if I loved the meat. 
I took the deer back to the Shingle tree Camp Grounds and hung it in camp.  Then Jay Dee brought one more in to hang.  The Camp Host said, she was going to write me a ticket if I did not get it out of camp.  I said go ahead.  So here comes the Forest Ranger and he said it was perfectly legal to hang them there.  
Fish too

That night I fried up lots of liver and onions, my favorite dinner.  I also boiled the  heart in salt water.   But how do I get the kids to even taste it?  So, I called Marcie and Ashley over.  I cut a teeny tiny piece of the heart and got them to dare the other to eat it, and they loved and asked for more, soon all the kids wanted some.  Soon it was all gone; I was lucky to steal a piece for myself.  Well it was fun while it lasted, I have some wonderful memories to dream about.