GH85 Carrera, I love looking at the old settler family shots and imagining what a tough life it was back then. My mom's side of the family were Idaho settlers and when I was a young boy and my great grandparents were alive I would pump them for stories of the old days. My great grandfather told me about how different the area looked when he was a boy. Tall grass in big expanses, I figured out later he was describing the prarie land of long ago. They lived with Indian reservations nearby and he told me about his father (my great, great grand father) owning an Arabian stallion and breeding it with his Nez Perce friend's Pinto pony and selling what became known as Appaloosa horses. My great grandmother told me of when 2 Indians who were best friends got drunk and into an argument one night with one shooting and killing the other. When he woke up and realized what he had done he went to his friends widow, handed her an ax and told her to chop him up. Which she did, into pieces in the middle of the street right in front of my 8 year old great grandmother. My great grandfather's dad was a sheep guy, always wore a gun and never sat in a room with his back towards a window. They were run out of their house a few times by cattle guys and had to hide out in the hills. Grandpop was put to work from the age of 6 rounding up stray sheep with his dog and horse. This is the only picture I have of my great, great grandpa Hoover (the guy with the Arabian)
