I'm the fellow who grew up being a neighbor to the Brash family. Guy Brash, young wheat farmer from Spangle, Washington, loaded a couple of horses and his wife, Dolly, in an old farm truck and headed to Montana to go elk hunting.Guy and Dolly wandered the land along the crest of the Rockies for a month.

Ravens and magpies have fed on road-killed deer as long as I can remember.

Yet I saw my first eagle on a road-kill perhaps 50 years ago. I nodded at Jane's insight and lifted my own coffee cup in salute.

Ted Potter again: "Guy's mother was a small little lady.

One time in the late 1940s, when she had to be in her late 70s or early 80s, she was out loading up a hay wagon and fell off and broke her back.

Now it seems a third band is establishing itself between the river and Bad Rock Fire Station. But they didn't do so during the horse and buggie era, I suspect mostly because horse-drawn carriages seldom ran over and killed deer. Is it possible there are no reasonings without circumstances.

Some creatures appear to reason more quickly than others, however.

She crawled nearly a quarter mile back to the homestead.

As I remember it, she recovered quite well." Ted Potter should write a book about the colorful Brash family.

Russ Baeth, long-time outfitter in the Bob Marshall and a good friend of the Brash bunch, told me the entire family seldom worried about anything.