Carl Johnson
Small world. A couple of weeks ago friend Paul Carter was in Culver on some real estate business and stopped at the Round Butte Inn to ask for directions. The waitress that he asked, directed him to a little old man at the end of the bar. The man was Carl Johnson and he very helpful, and given his small stature and age Paul inquired if he ever rode race horses, and sure enough he did, and not only did ride races horses he knew Ansel. Turns out he worked for Harry Walters at Prineville the same time Ansel did. Ansel was/is 4 years older than Carl, and Carl idolized Ansel. He was so excited to hear that Ansel was still alive.
So Paul and I thought it would be fun to surprise Ansel with meeting Carl, and on Wednesday we told Ansel we were going out for lunch and drove him up to Culver. Carl had lots more memories of Ansel, than Ansel did of Carl, that was probably due to the fact that Carl looked up to and idolized Ansel, and to Ansel who was a newly wed at the time, Carl was just another kid.
Carl lives a few blocks from the Round Butte Inn (it’s a tavern) and he’s part of the wall paper literally. He walks down most afternoons for happy hour and has a couple of beers. He is very proud that he has helped decorate the place with antique pictures from area.
Carl and Ansel reminisced about the great horse Harry had named ________ (I’ll get back to this)
The only memory Ansel has of Carl, was when Harry Walters purchased a stallion named Beeson. He was supposed to be very well breed, and they had a devil of a time, getting him to breed any mares. Ansel remembers the first time they tried to breed him, that it took four handlers, four hours… that the stallion did everything wrong, until he finally figured out where things were supposed to go.
Someone had started a bush track here in Bend that ran for a couple of years, he remembers he and Carl coming over to watch the horses
Small world. A couple of weeks ago friend Paul Carter was in Culver on some real estate business and stopped at the Round Butte Inn to ask for directions. The waitress that he asked, directed him to a little old man at the end of the bar. The man was Carl Johnson and he very helpful, and given his small stature and age Paul inquired if he ever rode race horses, and sure enough he did, and not only did ride races horses he knew Ansel. Turns out he worked for Harry Walters at Prineville the same time Ansel did. Ansel was/is 4 years older than Carl, and Carl idolized Ansel. He was so excited to hear that Ansel was still alive.
So Paul and I thought it would be fun to surprise Ansel with meeting Carl, and on Wednesday we told Ansel we were going out for lunch and drove him up to Culver. Carl had lots more memories of Ansel, than Ansel did of Carl, that was probably due to the fact that Carl looked up to and idolized Ansel, and to Ansel who was a newly wed at the time, Carl was just another kid.
Carl lives a few blocks from the Round Butte Inn (it’s a tavern) and he’s part of the wall paper literally. He walks down most afternoons for happy hour and has a couple of beers. He is very proud that he has helped decorate the place with antique pictures from area.
Carl and Ansel reminisced about the great horse Harry had named ________ (I’ll get back to this)
The only memory Ansel has of Carl, was when Harry Walters purchased a stallion named Beeson. He was supposed to be very well breed, and they had a devil of a time, getting him to breed any mares. Ansel remembers the first time they tried to breed him, that it took four handlers, four hours… that the stallion did everything wrong, until he finally figured out where things were supposed to go.
Someone had started a bush track here in Bend that ran for a couple of years, he remembers he and Carl coming over to watch the horses
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