He was an early car guy too. I'll bet someone here knows what kind of race car this is. He lived to 100 years old. The old guy on the right is my great great grand father but he died way before I was born. In the early 60's when I was a young boy I used to pump my grandpop for stories of the old days, Indians, the trouble between cattlemen and sheep guys. My family were shepherds and were chased out of their home more than once by cowboys. Starting at 6 years old he was sent into the hills by himself for a few days every fall with this knife, a bed roll, food, water, his beany flipper and his dog Blue to round up stray sheep. One rainy day they sought shelter in a cave but there was a mountain lion in it. It left in a hurry with Blue barking and grandpop peppering the cat with his slingshot. He told me Idaho looked very different in those days. The grass was really tall. It dawned on me later in life he was referring to the Prairie grass. Sadly there are no more prairies