Newbrassky

[Silver Creek Slim]

Delmonico says ta Slim, "No it's just a hole in tha gound with a sod roof and front.  go ta the Solomon Butcher collection I tolt ya about in tha CAS-City Hist. Society and search dugout then ya can post one fer the folks that be followin' this adventure."

"Boy you folks from Wissyconsion gotta lot ta learn bout livin. on the prairie.'

"By the way Slim, what be yer opinion on rattlesnakes?"

Here is a dugout in NE.



"Rattlesnake taste just like chicken." 

Slim

[Silver Creek Slim]

"No Lakota's gonna git my hair if I can help it." Slim takes a good hold of his hat. "We might as well head on up to the land on the Dismal and start digging a hole."

[Delmonico]

"Yep," says Delmonico, "Gopher Grease and Trinity can follow out tracks in the grass.  I'll dispute ya though, rattlesnake tastes like rattlesnake, it don't taste like chicken."

"Must warn ya though, Gopher Grease is gonna bring a whole wagon load a shotgun shells with him, he don't like any kinda snake.  He shoots garter snakes a half dozen times, bet he'd use a whole box on rattlers."

[Silver Creek Slim]

"I am not gonna pick shot outta no rattler so ya can cook it up. I shotgun a tree rat in the north woods with a 12 bore. I skinned it, saw all dem pellets in the hide, and throw it in da brush. I only shoot em with my trusty .22 rimfire, now."

[Delmonico]

"When Gopher Grease gets done there ain't no snake left.  Y just gots ta put de pellets from the shotgun only in de head when shootin' them tree rats Slim.  Thats what a ulways did." 

But ya ain't gonna have ta worry bout that up there Slim, there ain't gonna be no trees.  So be careful ya don't just trip inta the river, cause there ain't no trees of big banks ta mark it like in Wissyconsion.  You gots a lot ta learn bout this country."

[Silver Creek Slim]

"The Dismal River in central Nebraska."

"Whatcha call dem things, carrots?" 

[Trinity]

Trinity walks up and says:

  "Whew fellers!  Ever have it where it's comin out of all holes at once and not a bit of it is solid?  Ah think Ah'm feelin' better, but the combination of what Delmonico and Ghophergrease give me plum liquified everthing, includin mah bones!  It took a while afore Ah could even stand up and walk!  Now Ah'm hongry!  Whars the food???

Say, slim, that river looks good, but Ah'm gonna hate roundup time!"

[Russ T Chambers]

Russ T. Chambers comes ridin’ through on his way back to Nevada Territory, and takes note of the vegetation.  “Looks more like parsley to me!  Maybe that’s why Delmonico likes this area so much?  Now that he has Slim in tow, he should cook him a little tongue.  It might taste like chicken, or maybe rattlesnake?”  Russ sets spur and rides off into the West.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico says, "Slim ya googled up a Tourism Board photo, that be upsteam bout 75 miles from our ranch, it ain't got no canyons down there!  Near our ranch the banks are bout 12 inches high and in the future it will be one of the most dangrous rivers ta canoe.  It be so smooth a water folks don't watch and can gets decapitated by a bob wire fence cross the river."

"They didn't have no bob wire fences cross the river in Deleverance did they,"
says Delmonico.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Squeal lak a peeg!"

[Trinity]

Trinity checks his Remmingtons what he took from a dead yankee and keeps a vigilant eye out.  This doesn't sound good at all!

[Delmonico]

Suddenly the music of duelin' banjo's starts ta play, Trinity and Slim try ta find a place ta hide, but out in the sandhills of Newbrasskey there ain't no tree or rock ta hide behind.  Delmonico says, "I ain't worried bout no hillbillies, theyed take a liken' ta Trinity, before me cause I got piles.

"What I be worried about is that guy from Nevady that just passed by.  I used ta work third shift and I know all bout those folks from Nevady cause I used ta listen ta Art Bell cause there ain't nothin' else on the radio that time a tha night."

"Slim just so ya gots a place ta hide, why don't you and Trinity dig a hole in the side of that hill, we'll build it inta a dugout, kill to birds at once here."  I'll ride up north and get us a ridge pole fer the roof up on the Nyebrara where they be trees.  I won't be gone long and I'll just stay in this thread.

[gophergrease]

As the music fades, they hear someone say" Ya sur got a pudy mouth". At that time Gopher Grease Pulls up in a wagon loaded with a new shoting iron, got 8 barels and a crank on the side. He looks to the others and say" I don heard thar be snakes up thar and dont have to reload so often this way". 
Trinity how be your scours need anuther spoon full?

[Delmonico]

Unaware of Gopher Grease's new snake killing shootin' irun, Delmonico reaches a creek runnin' inta the river also sometimes know as the Running Water.  He cuts a long pine, and decides to name the creek after it, Long Pine Creek.  Later settlers would name their town the same thing in honor of Delmonico's ridge pole.

He then ties the pole to the back of his mule and heads back ta the ranch, laughin' to himself cause he knows Slim al' google up a map of present day Brown County just ta see if he be lyin'.

[Silver Creek Slim]

Long Pine Creek

http://www.cityoflongpine.org/

 

Slim

[Delmonico]

Upon seein' Slim's post of Long Pine Creek, Delmonico drops the ridge pole, heads back and cuts a willow pole.  Findin' some fish line and a couple of small hooks he makes a fishin' pole, catches some grasshoppers and goes ta fishin'.

Delmonico ain't been ta his favorite trout stream in many a year.  Fresh fish fried in butter with the eyes lookin' at him sounds good.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Trinity, here's a shovel. Let's get ta digg'n that hole. Hopefully, Delmonico will bring back some trout, for lunch, along with that pole."

[Delmonico]

After a mornin' of catchin' nothin' but chubs, sucker and bullheads, Delmonico realizes that Brown and Rainbow trout are not native to sandhills streams and that the Newbrassky Fish Commision will not stock any till after the turn of the century.

Sadly he picks up his ridge pole and heads back to the ranch.  He has a thought to satify his cravin' but the thought of cookin' a catfish out of the Dismal with it's head on sends shudders up and down his spine.

[Silver Creek Slim]

Slim goes out and shoots a couple rabbits, with his trusty .22RF, for lunch, since Delmonico is taking so long to get back with the fish. Slim dresses them out, builds a fire, and puts them on a spit to roast.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico rides inta camp with the ridge pole.  He wonders why Slim has shot and is roastin' tough ol' jackrabbits when there are tender Prairie Chickens by the hundreds.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Them grass birds are no challenge. They move too slow. But, them Jacks give me a challenge." 

[Delmonico]

Delmonico says, "Ya can get sportin' after the ranch is done, we needs ta eat now.  Give me a stick of that new-fangled dynomite, there is a nice little bend in the river bout a half mile down.  I'm goin' fishin'."

[Trinity]

BLAM!!!

As the smoke clears, the startled members of the camp see Trinity and his Remmington standing over a one-and-a-half toothed redneck... that is he was standing over a dead one-and-a-half toothed redneck.  "This feller was makin funny faces at me an gettin mighty close!  His friends took off an ran up that hill yoner.  Looki, can any of you play the banjer?

Gophergrease... no, Ah don need no more of your spoons, but Ah sure would like to fire that gun of yours.  Less prop this here feller up agin' that tree an see if we can cut him in half!  Too brutal?  Well, ok, Ahll look fer some snakes.

Say, Slim?  Hows that Hasenpfeffer comin' along?  Ah need to eat afore I can start workin' on diggin' that hole.  Actually, I need a drink  too!  Who's got a bottle?"

[Delmonico]

Durn you Trinity, that tree is my ridge pole, I just rode 150 miles round trip ta get it .  Don't be shootin' in up or we'll take ya back ta Kearney and have that Doc give ya that Tabasco Sauce ennnerrrmmma.

[Trinity]

  "Alright, alright, Delmnico, Ah ain' gonna shoot that feller no more.  Ah don' even wanna hear the word Tabasco ever again!      Mebbe we can  set up a shootin' gallery fer the other rednecks ifn they come back.