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<blockquote data-quote="Idaman" data-source="post: 766685" data-attributes="member: 14119"><p>When you live in the "outback" as is the case with Empire you never know just what or who you're going to run into. We had been warned to never take a photograph of anyone without their permission as it might even be dangerous. It seems that many people who are trying to hide from the law or someone think that if they can just disappear away from civilization they will never be found. Actually that is the worst place in the world to try to hide. There are so few people out there that if anyone new shows up they stick out like a sore thumb. If any new person came into the area it would immediately trigger the moccasin network and within a very short time everyone out there would be informed of a newcomer.</p><p></p><p>We always needed employees but most especially experienced men that could live in the back country and somewhat off of the land. They were away from having a car by about a 1 or 2 days' ride and needed to stay out at least a month at a time. Several of the local men who weren't the best themselves were famous for being hired for their dog. The dogs as well as the men became known and often the dog was the best part of the team.</p><p></p><p>For several years we had a standing order for experienced cowboys with Employment Canada. Over the years we sure interviewed some interesting individuals but actually never did hire anyone from this source.</p><p></p><p>A fairly young Frenchman with a small family and a wife that spoke no English showed up one day to interview for the job. The wife went into our house to visit my wife and the man and I went into the cookhouse for the interview. I still don't know just what the two ladies talked about for two hours with neither one knowing one word of the others' language.</p><p></p><p>This tall lanky applicant looked the part to maybe take care of himself in our setting so we had a fairly long visit about his experience etc. I noticed that he was a very intense and somewhat nervous individual and that he sure liked the sound of his own voice. I was feeling fairly positive about him as we went along. Later in the interview he said "I maust tell you thet I shoot zee man!" I thought that it might be a good idea for him to elaborate on that some and so he did. He said that he had been down in the states and gotten involved with a local girl. She must have had another admirer and the man challenged this Frenchman to a shootout much like the old west. The Frenchman then said "He shoot me en zee foot, and I shoot heem en zee head." He then headed back to Canada in some haste and planned to never return south of the border. He said that he was wanted down here but since he hadn't been identified he was OK back in Canada. After this exchange I told him that I would contact him if he had gotten the job. I didn't give him the job after focusing on his nervousness, intenseness, and excitability. This all occurred in May and in November of that year I heard that he had gotten a job with a guide out in the Chilcotin. At some time when he was working out there he got into an argument with his employer and shot him. Since then I have always been relieved that he told me about shooting "zee man". One less hole in my hide.</p><p></p><p>Two other men that worked at Empire for quite some time allowed that they had killed someone in their past and at least one was wanted down here. The latter man was on a reserve down in Arizona and got involved in some kind of spiritism ritual and killed another participant. This man may still be in federal prison over another incident he was in with the RCMP. The last of the three died of natural causes.</p><p></p><p>There was a small very dilapidated cabin down near the confluence of Churn Creek and the Frazer River that was a magnet for wayward fleeing individuals. There was a young man that took up residence there for a while and while he was there I got a call from the RCMP asking me if I had seen him there and if so would I keep an eye on him for them. I asked them just what it was that I would be watching for. They said that he was wanted because he had been a witness to or involved in a murder over in Alberta. They felt as long as he stayed put that was the best place for him until the trial. I said "THANKS" but remember you owe me one.</p><p></p><p>Often an officer from the RCMP would stop at the ranch and ask if we had seen some native individual that they were looking for. One young officer said that the man he was looking for was dark complected, about 150 lbs., 5'8"and native. He said "Now who in the world out here doesn't fit that description."</p><p></p><p>I worked for a man many years ago who had been a former Mounty and as such was sent after a wanted individual in northern Alberta. As he was preparing for the long horse pack trip he hired an Indian guide to show him the way and do some translation. They went to several villages over several months but no one knew the man they were after. Finally they were sent to an old chief that would surely know the man they were after. When they found the chief and asked him he said "You brought him with you." pointing at his guide. Monty, the RCMP, was devastated and asked his guide why he hadn't told him just who he was. The guide replied that Monty had never asked him. Monty said that the hard part was not relaying the story to his superiors but telling them that the RCMP owed the wanted man two months of wages for looking for himself. Montys' great story is all told in a book called "North to Adventure". He was noted for being the first RCMP officer to make it to the North Pole. That adventure took him two years of living in igloos and traveling with dogsleds. The trip to the pole didn't take too long but the entrance to Baffin Bay never thawed out the next summer so the ship that was to pick them up was delayed for a year. When he returned to his home town they had erected a statue of him as they thought he had been lost in the north.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Idaman, post: 766685, member: 14119"] When you live in the “outback” as is the case with Empire you never know just what or who you’re going to run into. We had been warned to never take a photograph of anyone without their permission as it might even be dangerous. It seems that many people who are trying to hide from the law or someone think that if they can just disappear away from civilization they will never be found. Actually that is the worst place in the world to try to hide. There are so few people out there that if anyone new shows up they stick out like a sore thumb. If any new person came into the area it would immediately trigger the moccasin network and within a very short time everyone out there would be informed of a newcomer. We always needed employees but most especially experienced men that could live in the back country and somewhat off of the land. They were away from having a car by about a 1 or 2 days’ ride and needed to stay out at least a month at a time. Several of the local men who weren’t the best themselves were famous for being hired for their dog. The dogs as well as the men became known and often the dog was the best part of the team. For several years we had a standing order for experienced cowboys with Employment Canada. Over the years we sure interviewed some interesting individuals but actually never did hire anyone from this source. A fairly young Frenchman with a small family and a wife that spoke no English showed up one day to interview for the job. The wife went into our house to visit my wife and the man and I went into the cookhouse for the interview. I still don’t know just what the two ladies talked about for two hours with neither one knowing one word of the others’ language. This tall lanky applicant looked the part to maybe take care of himself in our setting so we had a fairly long visit about his experience etc. I noticed that he was a very intense and somewhat nervous individual and that he sure liked the sound of his own voice. I was feeling fairly positive about him as we went along. Later in the interview he said “I maust tell you thet I shoot zee man!” I thought that it might be a good idea for him to elaborate on that some and so he did. He said that he had been down in the states and gotten involved with a local girl. She must have had another admirer and the man challenged this Frenchman to a shootout much like the old west. The Frenchman then said “He shoot me en zee foot, and I shoot heem en zee head.” He then headed back to Canada in some haste and planned to never return south of the border. He said that he was wanted down here but since he hadn’t been identified he was OK back in Canada. After this exchange I told him that I would contact him if he had gotten the job. I didn’t give him the job after focusing on his nervousness, intenseness, and excitability. This all occurred in May and in November of that year I heard that he had gotten a job with a guide out in the Chilcotin. At some time when he was working out there he got into an argument with his employer and shot him. Since then I have always been relieved that he told me about shooting “zee man”. One less hole in my hide. Two other men that worked at Empire for quite some time allowed that they had killed someone in their past and at least one was wanted down here. The latter man was on a reserve down in Arizona and got involved in some kind of spiritism ritual and killed another participant. This man may still be in federal prison over another incident he was in with the RCMP. The last of the three died of natural causes. There was a small very dilapidated cabin down near the confluence of Churn Creek and the Frazer River that was a magnet for wayward fleeing individuals. There was a young man that took up residence there for a while and while he was there I got a call from the RCMP asking me if I had seen him there and if so would I keep an eye on him for them. I asked them just what it was that I would be watching for. They said that he was wanted because he had been a witness to or involved in a murder over in Alberta. They felt as long as he stayed put that was the best place for him until the trial. I said ”THANKS” but remember you owe me one. Often an officer from the RCMP would stop at the ranch and ask if we had seen some native individual that they were looking for. One young officer said that the man he was looking for was dark complected, about 150 lbs., 5’8”and native. He said “Now who in the world out here doesn’t fit that description.” I worked for a man many years ago who had been a former Mounty and as such was sent after a wanted individual in northern Alberta. As he was preparing for the long horse pack trip he hired an Indian guide to show him the way and do some translation. They went to several villages over several months but no one knew the man they were after. Finally they were sent to an old chief that would surely know the man they were after. When they found the chief and asked him he said “You brought him with you.” pointing at his guide. Monty, the RCMP, was devastated and asked his guide why he hadn’t told him just who he was. The guide replied that Monty had never asked him. Monty said that the hard part was not relaying the story to his superiors but telling them that the RCMP owed the wanted man two months of wages for looking for himself. Montys’ great story is all told in a book called “North to Adventure”. He was noted for being the first RCMP officer to make it to the North Pole. That adventure took him two years of living in igloos and traveling with dogsleds. The trip to the pole didn’t take too long but the entrance to Baffin Bay never thawed out the next summer so the ship that was to pick them up was delayed for a year. When he returned to his home town they had erected a statue of him as they thought he had been lost in the north. [/QUOTE]
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