Here's a story from Anson Arnold.

Anson is a good friend of mine.

He sent me a chili recipe.

I don't know.

Sometimes this past winter and we gave it a try and it was really good.

It's really good.

Thanks Anson.

But he's been after me to get his story out there.

So we're going to do Anson's story.

Here we go.

Back in 1965 my grandfather retired from the legal profession and purchased a little over

twenty acres up in Willow Creek, California.

There he had what we call today a kit farm.

He had some beef and dairy cattle and sheep and chickens and plus he grew some fruit trees

and nice vegetables.

He'd lived there a few years when he began to notice after returning from fishing trips

or visiting friends in San Francisco that there would be eggs, fruit and vegetables missing.

And then one day in mid-November of 1970 he was out milking cows and he heard footsteps

approaching the front side of the barn.

Thinking it was my uncle stopping by for a visit he called out his name but no one answered.

He called out to him several times but he still got no response.

My grandfather stopped what he was doing and went out to see who was there.

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