Statton rink first place

The Wayne Statton
rink of Chilliwack ran up
three wins on ‘‘A’’ side
and added two more on

B.C. mixed curling

deciding match because

small town, but now that

Curling Association re
Statton would then have 8 P

‘sB” side to capture the
1985 B.C. mixed curling
championship in the
eight-team, modified
double-knockout series
for zone winners at the
Terrace Curling Club on
the Jan. 18 weekend.

The opener

Statton won ‘‘A’’ side
by beating Brian Scott of
Kelowna 9-5 in his
opener, then taking Gary
Wray of Smithers 6-4 in
the semi-final. In the
‘‘A”’ side final, Station
downed Sherman Liston
of Delta 7-5.

Statton and Liston
both dropped to ‘‘B’’
side where Liston
defeated Steve Williams
of Victoria 10-3 and

Statton edged Brian
Lemoel of Trail 6-5. It
was the second meeting
of Liston and Statton for
the ‘‘B’’ final.

Had Liston won, it
would have forced a

it’s over we can say Ter-

Gary Wright,

Interior

had only one loss.

But Station came up
big with a four-ender on
the ninth end to bring the
game to a conclusion on
a 9-4 score.

Brier veteran Bernie
Sparkes, who had been
the pre-playoff favorite,
won his first game but
then dropped two in a
row to wind up as a spec-
tator.

To nationals

Statton and his team
of third Betty
MacLellan, second Russ
Knutson and _ lead
Marlene Nash now head
for the national finals in
Kamloops, Feb. 9 to 15.

All the curlers praised
the excellent work done
by the Terrace Curling
Club in setting up the
playoff.

As one person said:
‘We didn’t know what
to expect by coming to a

race came up with a
super first-class job.’’

The playdown’s open-
ing ceremonies took
place just prior to the
first draw late in the
afternoon of Friday,
Jan, 17.

The honor of tossing
the first rock went to Jan
McKinnon, a_ charter
member of the Terrace
Curling Club when it
opened more than 30
years ago. Another
veteran member of the
club, Lowell Croft, had
the honor of holding the
broom.

The curlers were piped
onto the ice in traditional
fashion, then were
welcomed by club presi-
dent Glen Thomsen.

Special guests

Special guests included
alderman Bob Jackman
representing mayor Jack
Talstra, Pacific Coast

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Sherman Liston’s rink from Delta came In second at the B.C. Mixed Curling Champian-
ships held in Terrace. He lost 9-4 to the Wayne Statton rink of Chililwack in the deciding
game. The tournament sponsor, Weston Bakeries, had general sales manager Frank
Deruigh (left) on hand to present awards to Liston and his team of third Marianne
McNeil, second Tom Hoiman and Jead Lorraine Holman.

Major ’spiels on the way

Terrace is hosting two
more major bonspiels,
including the Annual
Royal Canadian Legion
‘Spiel this weekend

Organizers were hop-
ing for at least 64 rinks,
but somewhere around
48 will be taking part in

this Friday-to-Sunday
spiel, Teams are
guaranteed at least three
games.

‘Coming up Feb. 14 to
16 is the annual Ladies’
Valentine ‘Spiel with
more than $5,000 in
prizes up for grabs.

This bonspiel has a
48-team limit for a $100
entry fee.

There are four events
and you can enter up to
Feb. 10, For information
phone Lynn Apolczer at
635-7363.

Association rep

one as a competitor).

Also in attendance was
Ladies’
Association first vice-
president Sylvia Cramp-
ton, and general sales
manager Frank Deruigh
sponsoring

the B.C.

of the
Western Bakeries.

Dennis Booth chaired
the local organizing com-
mittee while rink man-
ager Gord Judzentis
acted as umpire through-
out the series.

Gary
Wray of Smithers (who
wore two hats, including

Runner-up skip Sherman Liston (left) Is shown con-
gratulating winning skip Wayne Statton after Statton had
just beaten Liston 9-4 to win the B.C. mixed curiing title at
the Terrace Curling Club.

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| was 17 when | shot my first moose. |
didn’t say “killed” my first moose — |
sald “shot” my first moose.

| had been out many times in the past
few years hunting moose with Dad and
friends of his, usuaily just carrying a .22
for the grouse that invariably scare the
pants off hunters as they tip-toe through
the woods and suddenly have a stupid
bird explode from under a nearby bush.

On this early-October Saturday morn-
ing, however, Dad has same things to do
in town so | set out by myself. | was
packing my brother's .300 Savage.

Walking along an old deserted trail |
found myself wishing | could grow horns
on a cow moose. She and her calf slowly
trotted off into the brush from only
about 60 feet away. Knowing | was into
some moose, | slid a builet into the
chamber with the magazine full and con-
tinued with the lever action open. (Yes, |
know I'm not supposed to do that.)

| went only another 100 feat and spot-
ted a set of moose horns just above
some short willows at a mere 80 feet
from the trail. The bull was lying down,
totally without suspicion of my
presence.

What a quandry! Should | try to sneak
even closer? No, | think this is quite
close enough. (A certain amount of fear
goes with a situation like this, you
know...) Should { shout and then shoot
him when he stands up? No, he might
disappear Into the woods before he
gives me a shot. Maybe | could throw a
stick over thera — but what if | can’t get
my gun ready in time? Maybe | should
just send a shot through the willows and
hope for a head-shot — there should be
a head Just under those horns, shouldn't
there?

When | shot, that moose got up so
fast it looked Ilke someone had sped-up
the camera. | suddenly found myself
eye-ball to eyeball with a buil moose. My
shot through the willows didn't seam to
have found its mark, and this moose
seemed to have no sense of humor

about people getting him out of bed ear-
ly on Saturday morning.

I quickly tried for a head-shot and he
quickly decided to leave as the bullet
sailed between his ears. As he ran off, |
tried a shot into the neck just behind the
ears. | think | hi him.

He swapped directions and was runn-
ing straight for ma. | tried again for the
head and he turned again to run off.
Frantically putting my last three shells
in the magaine, | tried again for the head
as he ran away, but then he swapped
and came back toward me.

My seventh shot was again to the
head and this time he just stood there
and looked at me. At about 80 feet, with
one shot left, | stood there looking ata
moose that refused to fall down, and |
had a gun In my hands that didn't seem
to help much. | really didn't know if I
should try again — what if he comes for
me again?

Slowly backing away, | found a big
bushy pine tree and propped my gun on
a limb for my final shot. If this animal is
still standing after | shoot, at feast I’ve
got a tree to climb.

The bull winced and shook his head as
my final shot seemed to touch him. |
climbed the tree.

i watched him walk slowly into the
brush and disappear. After a while |
climbed down and headed home.

I got ahold of Dad in town, told him the
situation and waited for him to come
home. We would go up together to pull
the moose out — Dad assumed It would
be dead with shots around the head and
neck,

I took the skidder and Dad went ahead
with the pickup. He found my moose
(easily located by all the empty ammuni-
tion on the trail) and killed it as it started
toward him.

J had hit my moose with at least five
shots. | had never taken Into account
that a gun hits high at that range. It’s a

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