I loved reading Nancy Drew as a child and was always looking for a mystery to solve and impress the neighbor boys that thought they were the cat's
meow and the dog's bark when it came to investigating the low crimes and Miss demeanors that occurred in those mountains parts. I even purposely left an easy to see a fingerprint on one of my mystery creations for these Hardy Boys to solve. They had no clue. Each blamed the other and claimed they had matched their brother's prints. So I conspired with their mother. It was taboo to leave a gate open on a ranch, even if no animals were in its confinement. I left a paddock gate open and purposely made very easy to see footprints with my custom made cowgirl boots. The sole and heel were unmistakable.
Well, the brother super sleuths did plaster cast and took measurements and argued their case to their dad (he also was in on the scam) blaming the other brother. I was in attendance for this pre-trial Judge's only hearing. I sat there facing the accused, all pleading their case with hard evidence against the other, and I had my legs crossed and the bottom of one boot facing them. I even had a little mud still around where the soles met the uppers. They each had a theory of why the cast didn't match the other brother's boots exactly. Their theories did all have some validity. Then their mother burst out laughing and stood and pointed to my boot sole. The youngest that had a quick temper, threw his cast down and it shattered everywhere as he stormed off to his room/forensics lab. They refused to play any more detective after that. Silly girl stuff they called it. That ended my Nancy Drew amazing super-sleuth, forensics expert days.
meow and the dog's bark when it came to investigating the low crimes and Miss demeanors that occurred in those mountains parts. I even purposely left an easy to see a fingerprint on one of my mystery creations for these Hardy Boys to solve. They had no clue. Each blamed the other and claimed they had matched their brother's prints. So I conspired with their mother. It was taboo to leave a gate open on a ranch, even if no animals were in its confinement. I left a paddock gate open and purposely made very easy to see footprints with my custom made cowgirl boots. The sole and heel were unmistakable.
Well, the brother super sleuths did plaster cast and took measurements and argued their case to their dad (he also was in on the scam) blaming the other brother. I was in attendance for this pre-trial Judge's only hearing. I sat there facing the accused, all pleading their case with hard evidence against the other, and I had my legs crossed and the bottom of one boot facing them. I even had a little mud still around where the soles met the uppers. They each had a theory of why the cast didn't match the other brother's boots exactly. Their theories did all have some validity. Then their mother burst out laughing and stood and pointed to my boot sole. The youngest that had a quick temper, threw his cast down and it shattered everywhere as he stormed off to his room/forensics lab. They refused to play any more detective after that. Silly girl stuff they called it. That ended my Nancy Drew amazing super-sleuth, forensics expert days.
