Mother Nature must be track fan this year

There has to be something drastically wrong. Three weeks into track season and what have we seen?  Opening meet at Burlington — temps in the high 50s, mostly sunny, sweater weather.

 Second meet at Greybull — nice and warm when the breeze settled, temps in the 50s.

Last week, third meet of the season at Tongue River — warm. No that’s an understatement; it got HOT as by afternoon it was 87 degrees. Fans were looking for shade — wherever they could find it.

It has been ages since we’ve had three straight weeks of ‘track’ weather.

But we’ll take it.

And while we’re ‘taking it,’ we’ll keep our fingers crossed that Mother Nature doesn’t remember what sport season it is.

The trip to Bozeman Wednesday was a real adventure. From Columbus on, the wind was blowing at least 100 miles an hour — or so, it seemed. It didn’t let up which made the short walk from our parked car to the door to the clinic another great adventure.  

 Of the story on young Dillon McKinnon, Sylva Schaffer had done a masterful job, with Mary’s help, telling us what had been revealed to her years ago by her dad, the late Ed Schaffer. Ed, who was 17 at the time, was a friend of Dillon’s and was with the group of five who went hunting in the Big Horns back in October 1932. 

Finally, we now know exactly what happened on that fateful day.