Originally published in The Vidette-Messenger of Porter County on December 12, 1935.
KOUTS’ ONE-MAN INFORMATION BUREAU GIVES TIP ON RABBIT HIDE-OUT; BOYS FAIL FIND IT
BY ROBERT ALLETT
KOUTS, Dec. 12.ーGordon Starkey is the local unofficial one-man information bureau. If there’s anything about Kouts or vicinity you want to knowーask “Gordie”ーthe chances are ten to one he can tell you, what, when, where and why. His modest service station is headquarters of the Hot Stove League and about half of this community’s younger male population makes a daily visit to the small shop where a good yarn is always being told by someone. Gordie is a great favorite with hunters, young and old. Having worked around here and old. Having worked around here most of his life he knows all the best spots for rabbits, squirrels and quail and in these days when game is getting more and more scarce and farmers more and more particular about who hunts on their land this knowledge is invaluable to shotgun devotees.
Yesterday, however, his reputation as a dispenser of hot tips was placed in serious jeopardy. Glenn and Gerry Gordon, Edward Pumroy, Kendrick Hiatt and “Snip” Cannon, five young natives, well-known here for their love of the hunt, stopped in to see if Gordie couldn’t tell them a new place to get rabbits. Having hunted in just about every square inch of this territory, there seemed little chance that Starkey could tell them anything they didn’t already know.
But Jesse Williamson, Morgan township farmer, Wednesday morning told Gordie to send any local hunters, who wanted some real rabbit shooting, over to his farm. “Only don’t send any hunters from Gary,” he asked. “The last time a bunch came over they took a pot-shot at my horses.”
So when the boys came in yesterday afternoon Starkey had just the information they wanted. They all knew just where the Williamson farm wasーor thought they didーbut Gordie, to be sure they would not get on the wrong land, took the pains of drawing them a rough map, along with implicit instructions as to how they might easily get there.
Two hours later an indigent quintet stormed into Starkey’s office and this time they weren’t hunting rabbits but so-called “information bureaus.” Gordie, it seems, had given them a bum steerーor so they said.
There is no record of anyone ever having got lost in the wilds of Morgan township before but the boys claimed they had covered the southwestern half of Porter county, had run out of gas, wasted an afternoon, broken their car and got kicked off three farms, with no luck as far as finding Jesse Williamson was concerned.
Starkey thinks the boys are too young to go hunting alone and he is going to get them all a compass for Christmas. Pumroy thinks Gordie gave them the wrong directions and is keeping this hunting paradise for himself. He also told Starkey he didn’t know a quail from a snow-bird anyhow.
In the meantime, little cottontails frisked about the Williamson farmーwithout a care in the world.