The Wild Animal Story
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THE WILD ANIMAL STORY
Clint always stopped by my house when he went by. He would just talk, or sometimes talk about the next Sundays Gospel Doctrine lesson. He was the class teacher. This went on for a long time. I just expected him to come by often.
One day he asks, “Why don’t you stop over at my house when you go that way? I see you stop at moms and I live right there beside her.”
I said, “Well, you have those dogs in the yard, and I am afraid of dogs. So, I can’t come in.”
It was about a month later. Clint had not stopped by. One day when I was at moms, Clint came in.
I said, “Where have you been? You never stop by any more.”
He said, “Well, you always have that cat sitting on the porch. I am afraid to come in.”
He had got me good. We all had a good laugh about that. He had a great way of getting even with me. He started to come over again soon after that. I always enjoyed his visits.
By: Afton Bronson DeHart, sister
Story of my life by Clinton Bronson
Contributor: koand Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
I, Clinton Ulysses Bronson was born the 2nd of November 1909 at Elwood Utah, the eldest son of John Henry Bronson and Josephine May Earl.
When I was about 4 years old we moved to Cokeville, Wyoming where father took up a homestead. Then, to help make ends meet father took a job up in the hills helping to dip sheep. One noon hour while preparing dinner over an open bonfire father’s pant legs caught fire. Being soaked with sheep dip and grease they blazed up as though soaked with gas. Upon seeing this one of the men grabbed a bucket of water and threw it on the fire. This was one of the worse things that could have been done, for it scolded father’s legs very severely. In fact, his right leg was scalded so bad that the flesh fell off to the bone over a large portion from the knee to the ankle. He had to sit with his leg up on the back of a chair for about three months and it was nine months before he could walk, so we had to give up the homestead and come back to Tremonton.
Here it was that I started school, my teacher being Miss Bessie Hill. She was a neighbor of ours before we left Elwood for Wyoming. I went one year to Tremonton. We then moved back to Elwood where I attended school one term, my teacher being Miss Carry Larsen. From her we moved to Union and I spent one term at school there. Then once again we moved back to Elwood where I finished my elementary schooling under the following teachers; Miss McCulle, Miss Mesda Abel, and Thomas Albert Meldrum.
By the time I had reached my sixth year of school I was milking from five to six head of cows; feeding and watering them and tending five and six head of horses, pumping the water from an old picture pump. I also bought two dozen traps and ran a trap line before and after school to make a little spending money.
I was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints by Brother Hans Peter Rasmussen out in front of his home in what we called the Highland ditch. This ditch was used for an irrigation purposes.
I spent the summer months helping father on the farm to help him make a living for my seven brothers and sisters. This proved to be quite a task as father was buying the farm and payments had to be made twice a year. High School held little interest for me so I went but two seasons beginning in December and ending in April. I then became 16 years if age and didn’t have to go, so I obtained a job with Uncle Lew on his hay baler during the winter months to help the family out. Then to help out with expenses, I went to work on the threshing machine to pay our threshing bill.
I helped father and worked as a farm hand until the year I was married. This event took place in the Logan Temple on the 15th of March, 1933, when I was sealed to Annie Elnora Egbert, daughter of Joseph Smith Egbert and Susan Reeder Bott, of Brigham City, Utah.
Our first child, Carol Ann, was born February 28, 1934 at Collinston, Utah, where we moved to milk cows for the winter. When spring came we moved back to Elwood where I labored as a dollar and a half a day. When fall harvest began I obtained a job on a company threshing machine during the harvest for a couple of years. About this time, in fact it was the 11th day of March, 1936 our second daughter Charlene was born. That fall the president of the threshing company came and asked me to manage their machine for seven dollars a day. This job I held for about six years. During the off season I obtained work with different building contractors building houses. This work appealed to me and I worked at it as often as possible until I learned the trade well enough to go into the building trade on my own.
I followed this trade for a number of years and helped to build the Bushnell General hospital. This was a 1500 bed government hospital built in Brigham City, Utah during World War II. I was while I was employed on this job hat our last child and only son, Vernal was born on the 19th of January, 1941
All my life I have been an ardent lover of the out-of-doors; fishing, hunting and as stated before a little trapping thrown in.
As I remember it was in the spring of 1936 after passing through a hard winter without employment, I was in town seeking employment.. This being in February and the trapping season being in full swing,, it was only natural I should stop and admire the display of traps in the store window.. Now, my mother’s brother happened to be a clerk in this store and knowing that I was perhaps thinking of days gone by, my uncle came over and tried to sell me some of the traps.
Now, this was during an extremely severe depression and as I have already stated, after struggling through the winter without work I was a bit hard pressed for money, having but five dollars to my name. However, my uncle said I could have five dozen traps and a pair of nine dollar and seventy-five cent boots on credit, this making a grand total of twenty-four dollars and seventy-five cents. So along with my uncle’s talking, a love for the out-of-doors, and visions of dollars running through my mind, I weakened. I then took the five dollars and instead of buying the groceries I had intended, I purchased a trapping license. I then hurried home with the idea of setting out some of the traps, it being about three p.m. when I got there. When the wife asked me where the groceries were and I told her what I had done, there was a minute when I thought the roof would fly completely off the house.
However, after a bite of lunch, I went out to set some of my traps. I stayed until dark and succeeded in setting out two dozen and a half of the traps.
The nest morning after making the trip around my trap line, I set out the rest of the traps. I went home and pelted my catch. I took the furs up to the Animal by-Product Plant in Garland and sold them for twenty-eight dollars and twenty-five cents, so my first night’s catch was just one dollar and a half less than I had spent for the traps, boot, and license. This once more brought love at home and for the rest of spring. I made some pretty good wages. When Word War Two broke out fur prices went sky high, and as I was rejected for military services, I bought six dozen more traps, built me a boat, bought a motor, and for six weeks of the year I really enjoyed myself. I stayed with the trapping every spring.
One spring morning as I was running my line, I found a beaver in one of the traps. This trap I had set on an apple box end and tied to an over-hanging tree branch so that it floated about five or six feet from the bank. How the beaver ever got into it I still don’t know. However it had and as it could not reach the bank it was drowned when I got to it. Beaver at this time were protected by the state and there was a very high penalty for trapping them. However, as this one was caught by accident, instead of throwing it in the bushes, I put it in the boat and that night took it to the State Fish and Game Warden. The Warden said that because I was honest enough to turn it in instead of disposing of it, he would see that the next time that they took beaver out of the river, I would have a job. It was three years before this opportunity came. I was then given a permit and that spring after m regular trapping season I began to catch beaver on a fifty-fifty commission. In about a month I caught nearly twelve hundred dollars worth of beaver pelts.
I trapped again that fall and the next spring on a commission. I was then told because of the way in which I cared for my pelts, they wanted me to work on a full time basis. I was told that there wasn’t another man in the State that turned in pelts as well taken care of as mine were. I accepted this job and was appointed a Warden and Beaver Trapper for the State of Utah.
I was at the time the only full time trapper on the pay roll. I enjoyed this work for nearly five years, traveling from one end of the State to the other, transplanting live beaver in the summer and pelting them out in the spring, fall and winter. At times I took my family and we enjoyed many thrills and experiences in the High Uinta Mountains and the wilderness areas of the State of Utah. I resigned from this on on the 13th of October, 1953 and took over as Chief of Police in Tremonton City.
I served as troop committeeman for Scout Troop No. 128 for two years. Then I was chosen as post adviser for Explorer Post No. 628.
I am at the present time active in the Church having spent two years as First Counselor in the M.I.A. Superintendency. At the present time I am a teacher in the Sunday School, assistant teacher to the Elders Quorum. I have charge of the Fireside meeting for the Elders Quorum, also for the Special Interest class of the M.I.A. , in charge of Genealogy Class for the Elders, and a Ward teacher.