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Bud Loomis relates:

"While I was keeping store at Humptulips, a fellow at Quinault wrote me that he had raised twenty-five or thirty head of cattle and wanted me to buy them. His price was about right, so I set a day to be there and perhaps kill some of the cattle.

This man had been in the moonshine business, and didn't want anyone to find his road but himself. When I couldn't find it, I went up the main road a little further to where another moonshiner lived. When I told him whose place I was hunting, he said, "You can't find it. I'll send my boy and he can take you there."

I got to the house, but there was nobody home, I hollered and hollered. The table was set with two plates, and the food on each was about half eaten. It looked as if two persons had left in a hurry. I didn't think my man could be very far away, so I hollered my head off. In looking around, I discovered a telephone out in the woodshed, marked "Forest Service". There were directions for ringing various people in the neighborhood - a long and a short' two longs, etc. Mrs. Phil Locke had a hotel and a phone, so I called her.

When I asked if she knew where my man was, she said "I know all about it. You'll find him over at So-and-so's. He and another man got into a fight and shot at each other once or twice. Mr. So-and-so separated them and took him home to sober up."

I telephoned So-and-so and a little girl answered. At first she said he wasn't there. But, when I told her who I was and what I wanted, she said, "Come on over. He's asleep in the bedroom; but he wants to see you." When I got there, it was nearly dark, so I went home with him and stayed over night. Next day, I bought the cattle.

Orte Higley got appointed deputy Sheriff. Ernest Olson, also. They knew that this man was bootlegging - running a still. So, they went over before daylight and laid there until his partner came in. They captured him. But when my man came, he heard voices and made his getaway into the mountains. The deputies destroyed the still and took the one man in.

My cattle man was making corn whiskey and had a pretty good thing. At that time, the State got the idea of stocking the woods with turkeys, hoping they would become wild and plentiful. This man fed the corn from his whiskey-making to those turkeys and ate most of them."