Bud's brother, Ike Loomis, has open range cattle on the Queets. Bud also kept some cattle there. At Pins Post Office on the Hoh, a man had thirty head of cattle he wanted to sell. But, he had no market. So, he wrote Bud and offered the cattle at a price that would induce him to go after them. Bud agreed to look them over.
He recounts his experience:
"I went fourteen miles up the Clearwater to where the Christmas Creek trail started across to the Hoh. I was told to follow up the creek and cross it 24 times. Then I'd see on the left bank a blazed tree. From there I would find a blazed trail with some of the brush cut out clear to the Hoh.
It was pouring down rain. I stayed with a friend of ours overnight. Next morning he gave me a lunch to take along. But it got so wet that I threw it away without tasting it. I reached the Hoh River alright. I had been told that Gilly Snell, an Indian, who lived on the far bank, would cross people over when they hollered. But the river, swollen by the rain, had spread out so wide that I couldn't get within calling distance. I could see his little house, but it was impossible to make him hear me.
I thought there would be someone else living nearby so I went down the river two or three miles following cattle tracks until they faded out. There was no sign of a cabin. I retraced my steps and walked a couple of miles up stream. There wasn't a track there - nobody, nothing ! I saw I was foolish to wander around, so decided to go home without the cattle.
On my way back, I walked across the side hill and got a view down through the woods. It was almost dark by then. I thought I saw where someone had been cutting shakes. If I could get over there, perhaps I could lay them up against a log and have some shelter from the rain. It was quite a distance away, but I finally came to a little log house. It wasn't finished, but had a roof on it, and a door with the sign, 'Anybody welcome'.
Inside there was a floursack hanging by a wire from a rafter. In it was a little flour and bacon - just enough for a man overnight. There was a skillet too. The cabin had no floor, so I started a fire on the dirt. But, I could find only a very little wood. Hunted around outside, but couldn't find it in the dark. Didn't have any bedding, so I was pretty cold. Still it was better than sleeping outside.
Next day, I got back to Clearwter and stayed with a friend of the family - the same man who had given me the lunch. He had a canoe and brought me down the river to Humptulips. I never sent back for the cattle."