Gerry Bracewell makes lasting impression on young surveyor

Gerry Bracewell makes lasting impression on young surveyor

Ever since I moved to the Cariboo in August of 2011 my father, Ken Lamb of Nelson, B.C., has wondered if I would meet any Bracewells because he had met some of the family while surveying in the Chilcotin in the 1950s.

After I met Gerry Bracewell at a fundraiser in November, I asked if she remembered meeting my father. She said she didn’t , but asked me to say hello.

When I did he sent me the following story, which Gerry suggested we should publish in the Tribune.– Monica Lamb-Yorski, reporter.

It’s not too surprising that Gerry Bracewell didn’t recall myself, as we were actually around the ranch very little, and I was not, by my job description, scheduled to be there at all, but with my survey crew well down the river.

But the regular skipper of the freight boat, a combination cook and gopher, cut himself with a power saw and had to go to the hospital and later recover, so he couldn’t run the little launch.

I had come out of the jungle along the Mosley to meet Mom, Dad, and Ricky, who had driven into the Chilcotin on holiday. This coincided with the power saw incident, so Ralph Spinney, our boss, gave me the freighter job, which lasted for about three weeks, until Don Phillips got hurt, although not so bad he couldn’t run the boat, and I was sent back to the front lines.

Thus I had an idyllic little stay at the bottom of the lake, during which time Gerry invited us nearby types to come to a party she was throwing for anyone handy, but especially in honour of three young American fighter pilots stationed at Puntzi Lake. They had come to the ranch for a holiday.

Eric Gleddin and I went up in the 16-foot clinker built, on a calm Saturday evening.

I not only wound up singing with the late brother’s guitar, but warming up in the pantry, singing “The Fox Went Out on a Chilly Night” to little Johnie Perjue, son of our cook Jarrod, I realized that I was going to be a teacher.

A wind came up, and Eric decided it would be the greater part of valour to accept Gerry’s invitation to stay the night.

The next day it was somehow decided to have a “rodeo,” starring the Bracewell family milk cow, a Hereford with polled horns. (The polling is very important to this story.) I don’t know why the airmen were not out riding on real horses. Maybe they had done the normal thing, but were still thinking about brahma bulls. So we all wound up at the corral, where the three of them took turns at being tossed off the Hereford’s back without ceremony.

Alf Bracewell looked a bit bemused by their suicidal determination, and I  wondered about the effect on Betsy’s milk, but we soldiered on and gave the Yanks their money’s worth. When the heaviest of the three hit the dirt with a particular shuddering thump, I got the bright idea of changing the routine.

I’d read enough of Hemingway in Spain to know a little about bullfighting, so I borrowed a large red bandanna from someone, possibly Gerry, or maybe Jarrod’s wife Bonnie, and strode into the centre of the corral waving it in front of me in the appropriate fashion. I possibly really scared Alf, but of course we side hill gougers of the Homathko were in fabulous shape, with reflexes like hockey players, so I wasn’t worried. Well, not initially. So strutted my best matador pose, waved the red bandanna, and shouted insults at a mightily bemused milk cow.

Obligingly, she caught on, and charged. In an admirably straight line, covering 20 or 25 feet quite nimbly, heading for the bandanna. She swept by, I triumphantly lifted the cloth above her head as she did so, and received a generous round of applause from the fence sitters. With apparently no hard feelings, or second attempts at my limbs, Betsy trotted back to the start line, possibly assisted with directions from Alf.

But on her second getting into position, I thought I detected a slightly different knowledge at work in her bovine brain, and it might have been at that point that I recollected some of Hemingway’s research.

He had pointed out that the last thing desired by the Spanish ranchers who raise the fighting bulls is for their animals to have been able to study the human body in motion on foot. Their worst enemies in this regard are boys who sneak into the pastures and practise matadorial ambitions. Bulls with experience of human footwork can become very dangerous in the ring.

So I went through my provocative routine, and again Betsy obliged. But this time she was totally annoyed, and, as I say, wiser. And cunning. She did not head directly for my pelvis. She only started to curve to her left as she got close, late enough that her nice little half-ton of angry bone and muscle would have nailed me dead centre if I’d not studied Ernest and not seen the dark gleam in her eye.

My evasive action was very fundamental, and in no way in the best matador tradition. I simply dove backwards and to my right, and as it was, she managed with  her chopped left horn stub to nail me on the left hip, with a blow I was to feel for several days.

So I gave back the bandanna and ended forever my career as a bull fighter. But out of that exchange I found a new vocation: rodeo clown. Now that I was Betsy’s number one enemy, with or without the red flag, as she continued tossing her would-be riders, I was immediately the focus of her attention.

Thus I loitered near the corral bars, waved at her each time she dumped one of the pilots, and then scampered up the rails as she headed my way. I continued to be useful in this fashion until Alf decided Betsy had had enough.

We all went back to the ranch house, where Gerry cooked up a huge meal. After the feast, which had required every pot in the house to cook, we played darts for the honour of doing the dishes. With my score the lowest, the chore fell to me.

Meanwhile, the boss and another of the crew had showed up with the little freighter. The wind had dropped, and we sailed back to camp later that evening on gently rolling swells, under a full moon.


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