Homer Limpy died
My friend Walter Blackwolf said Homer froze to death in a car near his brother’s house. Homer had many brothers. About 1995, I visited his mother, who lived between Busby and Lame Deer, Montana, on a little dirt road behind some wrecked cars, a blue bus, and a church. His mother’s name was Agnes Limpy. She lived to be quite old. Her house was neat and clean. I remember seeing a guitar leaning against a corner near the front door.
Homer Limpy was a military veteran, did not drink or use drugs, and was an expert with a sling shot. He enjoyed walking around Lame Deer, but packs of dogs used to harass him, so he made himself a slingshot for self defense.
Homer made many slingshots and I bought them and gave them to family members as gifts.
The slingshots were great quality. He used wood from chokecherry bushes, tied the rubbers with string. The rubbers were always made from red inner tubes, so his slingshots were unmistakable. The pouch for the stone was always leather, rawhide, I think, and tied to the rubbers with string. They withstood a great deal of use.
He made them in many sizes from one inch high to about five or six inches. You could pull the stone back a couple feet and it would come zipping out with a great deal of force, enough to repel a wild dog. I never could get the knack of hitting things I aimed at.
Homer was always kind to me. He spoke softly and we always talked about slingshots.
insearchofbud 
Hey Dan is so I guess I’ll have to start reading all your readings….
going to have to stop by and visit with you some day since you’re never going to come out here first.
Talk about neighbors living in the country, I’m going to post this on Facebook, you’ll hear the story first guess.
I should do a blog I have tons of stories.
So last year a year ago May got some money from my mom and I thought I’d buy some gravel from the neighbor he has a mountaintop about a thousand feet above the musselshell river where the glacier when it came through this valley deposited gravel on his property.
a thousand feet above the musselshell he told me stories about the glacier anywho back to the story.
I stopped by his house with a bunch of money thinking I could get some gravel good price and I asked him how much he said $125 and I thought what so I went home next day before I could even get out the door he was dropping off the first load he brought me about $2,000 worth of gravel if I would have had bought it in Billings. and then get this he just came out this morning with another load…. he has screens on his property where he can scream the gravel, this guy is no big-time gravel guy, but he knows his stuff.
he graveled on my driveway for Free yes for Free could not pay him anything, could not give him anything.
guess I just got my karma paid back who knows.
life is good.
And now Dan you know the rest of the story….
Actually you don’t know the rest of the story we shall meet someday.