BH: Now did they have the monument closed down during World War II, as a monument?
Bob: . . . Did you ever see a water bag?
H: I'm not sure I've seen the kind you're talking about.
Bob: Well, there were the two kinds. Many Aqua, or something, and Desert. And you know what they are? They're water bags with cork and then a rope handle, and you fill it with water, and then you'd get it wetand the evaporation of the canvas exterior kept that water just as cold . . . You see the evaporation of the exteriorand then the water would gradually, some of it would seep back inyou know, the rate of evaporation continued the cooling effect on the water bag. And I can tell you some storiesone story. We were out in the south meadowgrubbing loco. Fred Martinez and I. I was on Ragskind of a high strungwe crossed our quarterhorse mares with Army remount thoroughbred stallions. We kept stallions for the government, and in turn, we got the use of their reproductive services, so we cross thoroughbreds with quarter horses. And some of them came out a little higher strungwith a thoroughbred dad, than others. Well, Rags was kind of high strung. And ahahI'd thrown my water bag on, and carried my grubbing hoeand we were out in the south meadow, and when I went to get off, um, I threw my hoe down, and got off, but the water bag was still over the saddle horn, and that horse, um, shied away from the saddle bag after I got off. I had a hold of the reins, but the ah, saddle bag started to bounceI mean the water bag started to bounce. And that horse proceeded to just go apeabsolutely the rankestjust absolute bucked and got away from me, and ran off. And we, and we decided we better go find out, you know, where that horse went, and so, um, Fred and I got on Doc and went back to see where Rags was, and he'd gotten caught on a fence between the south meadow and the middle meadow, and he was just laying there, like he was deadhe didn't moveafter all of that exertion, all that energy, and ah, he was just laying there. And so we carefully cut the wires, and he just laid there. And once we got the wires all cut, the saddle come offthe cinch had been cut, or whatever, I don't rememberbut the saddle came off, and we were able to get the horse out without too muchwithout too much cuts. The saddle was wrecked, but ah, that scared the hell out of me. That just scared the hell out of me. You know, I was just a little kid. Anyway, that was the story of the water bag that I'll never forget.