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Show Jeremiah Johnson missed this one. But everyone else was there. Big Red and his squaw rode in. And Moonshine Joe wandered in with a pack mule loaded with brew. And ol' Griz was already making himself comfortable, ready to tell anyone about the "bar" he tackled back in ... They came from across the Rockies. The North and South. Some even staggered down from the Great Northwest. And although their upbringing varied, they had one thing in common -- they were mountainmen, here to rendezvous and hoorah. A teepee circle was already forming. Womenfolk, dressed in leather leggings and buckskins, sat huskin' corn. Others busied themselves turning a side of beef for lunch. In the background, the smell of newly-fired powder filled the air, as one or two of the trappers and traders tried out their muzzleloaders. And while it looked like 1800, the year was- really 1975 --- the year the mountainman was reborn. According to booshway (leader) Ricky "Badger" Callor of Price, Utah, it's been an uphill fight. "For almost a century the mountainman was a forgotten breed. Davey Crockett was remembered. So were Lewis and Clark. But the men who really explored the west, the mountain-men, were forgotten. Their traditions, their way of life and hunting skills almost died. "We figured just as the nation has come alive with |
