Illinois Valley News, Cave Junction, Ore. Wednesday, June 22, 2016
The Archive Zone: by Hillary Mohr from the Illinois Valley News archives
This week we take an adventure
back to June 6, 1952. Explosions,
highway mishaps and mysterious fires
was the how the Valley kicked off the
start of summer. “Tuffy” Chokers were
on sale at Illinois Valley Hardware, and
you could fill your shopping cart with all
the necessities for your family for under
$7. Get ready to have a blast this week in
the Archive Zone.
Potent brew explodes bottle, cuts
arm of IVHS Freshman. An exploding
bottle of beer obtained from the son of
a man believed to be manufacturing
“home brew” sent James Scott, 16-
year-old Cave Junction freshman at
IVHS to the hospital Tuesday afternoon
with a severed artery and biceps in his
upper left arm. According to town and
county authorities still investigating the
incident, young Scott and an unidentified
youth had a cache of three bottles of
homemade beer which they visited
Tuesday afternoon to find one bottle had
exploded. Scott reportedly had the other
two bottles in his hand and was walking
north on Main Street near the C.G. and E.
garage when one bottle exploded, leaving
the boy uninjured. Observers say Scott
crossed the street continuing north with
the second bottle beneath his arm when
it, too, exploded tearing a deep gash in
the boy’s upper arm.
Abandoned cabin burns to
ground. An abandoned log cabin
across the east fork of the Illinois River
burned to the ground at about 1 a.m.
Sunday morning, the owner is unknown.
Clarence McDaniels, Don McClure and
Ed Jankovich turned in the alarm to the
Kerby Guard Station which sent a truck
out to keep the blaze from spreading.
The building was enveloped in flames on
arrival of the pumper. Only the chimney
remained standing. The fire’s origin is
unknown, except that some kids were
known to be playing around the nearby
swimming hole earlier Saturday.
Exploding truck tank burns
man. A gasoline tank dropped from a
truck about three miles north of Kerby
Wednesday morning exploded sending
the driver of a passenger car behind
to the hospital with third degree burns
over his entire body. Robert A. Reed,
36, Grants Pass partner of the Illinois
Valley Logging Co., was following a
truck heading south when the truck’s gas
tank fell, was crushed by a truck wheel
and exploded, bursting into flames. Reed
headed his car for the ditch to avoid the
tank, was thrown clear, rolled through the
burning gasoline and was found lying in
a ditch by the first person on the scene,
Gordon Leonard of Cave Junction. The
truck’s driver and owner was Harold
L. Edmonds, 24, of Ashland. Leonards
and Edmonds extinguished the flames
on Reed’s clothing and called Valley
Ambulance Service which took him to
Josephine County hospital. At last report,
Reed was expected to live even though
his entire body, excepting a narrow strip
directly underneath his belt and his hip
pocket where he carried a wallet, was
burned badly.
Jimmy Quinn injured in highway
mishap. Jimmy Quinn, son of the J.D.
Quinn family of O’Brien was thrown
from a truck and critically injured
Sunday night near Redding, California.
Quinn, a Navy seaman returning to the
Almeda Naval Air Station after a leave
spent in the Valley, was riding in the
back end of a pickup truck driven by
Harold Gump, of Goble, Oregon, when
the driver swerved to avoid striking
a dog and Quinn was thrown to the
highway. The Quinns left immediately
for California on hearing of the accident.
Young Quinn’s arm was broken in
several places and he sustained some
broken ribs as well as other injuries.
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Gun Control: by Robert Hirning
It was the spring of 1972, or the fall,
I can’t remember which since my journal
didn’t start until a year later. “Wolf,” or
so he called himself, was one of those
hangers on around the old Funky Egg
Company who usually could be counted
on to show up conveniently in the late
afternoon when Sheila made something
especially good for dinner. But on this
day Wolf came by in the morning.
He was one of those “Acid
Cowboys” who fancied himself as some
throw back to the 1880s old west. This
young man, in his late 20s, was rather
slight of stature, but the monstrous 44
caliber six gun that he slung from his
skinny waist must have given him a
feeling of powers bigger than life.
I had two rules in those days
(which were continually broken behind
my back), first, no intravenous drug use
and second, no guns. On more than one
occasion Wolf had been told not to come
around slinging his gun and, from time
to time, he seemed willing to cooperate;
particularly if there was an incentive of a
hot dinner.
On this particular morning, Wolf
came by and proudly announced that
today he was going to drop acid, oh
and by the way, would I hide his gun.
Immediately my first thought was to
throw the bum out, but then dealing
with this hostile punk, still packing his
44 after taking LSD, did not at all seem
like a favorable scenario from my point
of view, either. So grudgingly I took the
gun, belt, holster and all, and proceeded
to take it up to my loft (probably the
only place considered my space as
opposed to everybody’s) and stash it
in a laundry bag. This seemed to settle
Wolf down, after commenting to me that
he “didn’t know what he would do” in
his psychodelisized future condition. I
headed off next door to play Pinochle
wondering why all the nut cases had to
come down to my place in order to act
out their fantasies.
For some reason Pinochle had
become the game of choice. It was
cheaper than the board games like
Monopoly, or even chess, with lots of
little pieces to lose and decades before
video games came into use, so it was
played fanatically often with several
games going simultaneously. As more
hippies came by and learned the rules
and strategies of the game, almost
everyone had become hooked on these
daily tournaments. After an hour or so,
I had forgotten about Wolf and his LSD
trip and was deeply absorbed in the game
when shots suddenly rang out from next
door.
Instead of fear my, first reaction
was to fly into a towering rage. This
lowlife piece of @#!%&, had the
temerity to search my private quarters,
locate his blunderbuss and deliberately
violate my rules! Ego here spoke louder
than prudent reason, and I flew down
the stairs to confront this unacceptable
behavior. “Pow,” “Blam,” “Bang,” the
shots kept coming; I should have counted
them but in my fury the number six
was not registering as it should have.
I stepped into the breezeway and there
stood Wolf at the cabin door grinning
crazily while waving his gun. Without
thinking I took a few steps forward and,
now less than 10 feet away, he pointed
the 44 directly at me and pulled the
trigger.
Obviously since I’m here to tell the
tale there was only a loud click, probably
because all six shells had been discharged
and the revolver was empty. Whether he
knew that was the case or not I‘ll never
know but the crazy grin never flinched.
I stood there and stared, incredulous at
the fix I so stupidly walked into, trying
to process what had just happened. A few
seconds passed like hours and then an
adrenaline rush took over my body and
the anger again overwhelmed my mind.
Rushing forward I grabbed the barrel
as another ghastly click rang from the
hammer releasing on another spent shell
and, with a powerful jerk, the gun was
out of his hand. “You aren’t gunna get
this back,” I growled and headed for the
outhouse where I promptly dropped it
down the hole.
Wolf was observed a couple of
days later with a hooked pole and a
flashlight fishing his gun out of the
disgusting outhouse pit, but he never
came by my place again from that time
forward. Mercifully, I never found out if
the gun ever worked, but what lessons
were learned from the whole hideous
experience were never forgotten. For
one thing my big fat ego had almost put
me in the grave at 28, and that nut cases
should never have access to firearms.
Neglect of
Hoof Care
All equines require
regular hoof care. At the very
least, this entails frequent
cleaning of the hooves and
hoof trimming approximately
every eight to 10 weeks.
Without a regular maintenance
schedule, any horse will
eventually develop some
very ugly hooves. However,
it is more than just cosmetic.
The longer the hooves are
neglected, the more damage
is done to the foot and lower
limb. Some of this damage
may be repairable if caught in
time, some is not.
Overgrown hooves
will eventually begin to
“prune” themselves, breaking,
chipping and fracturing at
the point(s) of greatest stress.
Often the quarters (sides) of
the hoof break first, as the
wall is usually thinnest in that
area. Thin hoof walls will
break down sooner than thick
walls. However, thick walls
provide considerable leverage
when long, resulting in large
flares and dramatic breaks.
As growth continues, toe
walls become longer while
heels often roll, curl under
or run forward. Eventually,
the horn tubules of the hoof
succumb to stress and crack.
Toe cracks are generally
vertical and multiple cracks
may occur. With continued
growth, cracks may lengthen
balancing, these hooves
rapidly develop long curled
rockers.
What are some
reasonable expectations for a
trim on extremely overgrown
hooves? First, don’t expect
the hooves to look textbook
perfect following the first trim.
It takes approximately one
year for a new hoof capsule to
grow down from the hairline.
While the hoof will be visibly
improved after the first trim,
it may take several trims for
serious damage to markedly
improve.
Do not expect the first
trim to be easy or brief.
Overgrown hooves can be
challenging to trim depending
on the amount of hoof present
and the degree of damage.
Additionally, neglected
horses may be physically
uncomfortable standing for
trimming or be unruly due
to a lack of consistent hoof
handling.
Some farriers will charge
extra in extreme cases. This is
not unreasonable. They may
need to do twice the work
(or more) than they would
normally do for a regular trim.
Will severely overgrown
horses be sore following a
trim? Maybe. Many of them
are lame or in some degree
of discomfort prior to the
trim. In some cases, this
may improve following the
removal of pressure points,
uncomfortable flares and
excess growth. However,
when a horse’s pastern angles
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and widen, often extending
through the entire wall and /or
reaching the hairline. Entire
sections of hoof may even
break off between cracks.
Heel cracks may be horizontal
or vertical. Occasionally,
the entire heel fractures off.
Serious cracks can lead to
lameness. Additionally, cracks
provide pathways for bacteria
to invade and cause abscesses.
Just as the hoof wall
grows, the sole also grows and
accumulates. Some animals
shed their sole easily, others
do not. During trimming,
soles are carefully pared with
a hoof knife to remove excess
growth. Untrimmed, the sole
can build up into thick uneven
cakes or even form a double
or “false” sole. Thickened and
uneven patches of hardened
sole can lead to painful
bruising.
The frogs also require
regular checks. Excess
frog growth, shredding and
partially shed frogs should be
carefully trimmed. If loose
flaps and pockets are present,
bacteria can become trapped
in these areas resulting in
nasty thrush infections.
Horses with injuries
to the lower leg, arthritis or
any condition affecting the
lower limb are particularly
in need of regular hoof care.
For example, foundered
animals commonly develop
an abnormal hoof growth
pattern which requires
regular maintenance. Without
consistent trimming and
with
have been altered by excessive
hoof growth, the stresses on
the tendons and ligaments of
the lower leg have also been
changed. During trimming,
you will try to realign the
weight bearing surface of the
hoof with the bony column
of the leg. In doing so, you
affect the stresses on the
tendons and ligaments of
the lower leg. Although it is
necessary to address these
issues, temporary soreness
may result. In human terms,
imagine wearing stiletto heels
24 hours a day for months.
One day, you switch to
wearing flats. Your tendons
and ligaments would notice
the changes in stress as well.
In some cases, it is possible
to gradually cut the hooves
down. In other cases, the
necessity of getting an animal
back up on its feet and/or
halting massive hoof damage
requires the removal of large
amounts of hoof.
Many people who own
horses with overgrown hooves
put off calling the farrier due
to embarrassment. However,
it is a farrier’s job to provide
hoof care. That job is not
limited to animals with perfect
feet. Most farriers routinely
work on overgrown hooves.
Once the animal’s
hooves are in good shape,
don’t drop the ball. Keep them
on a regular schedule. The
horse’s hooves will be more
comfortable and future trims
will be less taxing on them,
the farrier and you.
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