 It is August 4th, 1948. Maury Buckland and his son Dave are driving across their ranch in a jeep, dropping off salt cakes for their cattle. That was the last stop, Pa. Yeah. Well, drop this one here. What's the matter, Pa? The last salt cake we dropped here is hardly touched. Look at it. Huh? Why, yeah. No point in leaving another one. Usually quite a few head around here. Wonder why they're not touching it.