Found in my old stuff

As I was going through old boxes (full of mold, dust, dead spiders, etc), I ran across lots of "treasures" amongst the debris. It was disappointing that a large # of pictures were totally destroyed, although since I couldn't see what used to be on them, I guess it's hard to mourn their loss too much. It's hard to miss something you didn't know you had! Anyway, I was quite happy that most of the cards, letters, etc., were still able to be rescued. I have been putting them into a scrap book or other much safe locations as I find them. Following is a typed story that I found about my great-grandmother (I think). I have no idea where it came from, but it is obviously quite old, as evidenced by the form of typing. It reads as if it may have been copied from a newspaper article. As background ~ my mother's family had a ranch over on the Montana / North Dakota border, near Medora. It was called the TIX Ranch. This is, apparently, a story from there. I've re-typed it exactly as it appears with capitals, mis-spellings, etc., intact. Enjoy!

"A RATTLESNAKE, RABBIT AND SKUNK, in that order, were shot with her .410-guage shotgun recently by Mrs. Dan Connell, pioneer resident of the Medora area. Not a bad day's "bag!"
Happened like this: Mrs. Dan Connell, whose lively, though near 80 year old husband is nursing a bad heart, has to stick pretty close tot he ranch house, 16 miles south of Medora. She loves her baby kittens. Hearing a familiar RATTLING sound, she peered out the screen door, saw a big fat RATTLER on her very own porch, giving warning to the curious, fluffy kittens. They probably figured it was good playing fun.
Grabbin for her trusty old .410 guage shotgun, the ranch woman, the mother of Mrs. E. E. O'Hearn of Dickinson, calmly sniped Mr. Rattler, leaving the kittens startled but unharmed.
Later she heard some more ruckus in the ranch yard, bounced out, shot a rabbit. Little later yet and one of her favorite setting hens skeedaddled up to the kitchen door clucking a worried warning. "Hummm". mused Mrs. Connell, "probably another rattler!" So she grabbed her gun and took off again.
It wasn't a snake this time though. Just a skunk. So she shot him too! Who said anything about defenseless woman?
Reminds me o f pert young ranch gal, Alice Lebo, who is employed at the North Dakota state employment office here, startles a few town girls now and then. Speaking of rattlesnakes--a general topic these days---she can dip in her purse and whip out a little exhibit with a "Look at this!" order.
It contains nine rattlers and "the button" off a big rattler she shot a few days ago at the Leboranch inthe Medora vicinity.
And some women are afraid of angleworms!"


No, I don't know who Alice Lebo is and the words stuck together at the end are exactly like the typed sheet. Love the story though! Hope you did too!