Though Pilotburg has always been
considered an exceptionally quiet, moral place, it took on a somewhat
sport attitude along in the sixties. It all came about by
Alex Sewell bantering Seid Timmons for a $25 horse race.
No suitable place was at hand and
Timmons asked permission of Jacob Mouser to make a track across one of
his level forties. It was before the days of graders or even hand
scrapers, but the early settler was used to overcoming obstacles.
Timmons found a huge boulder, weighing over a ton, somewhat flattened
on one side, and this he dragged back and forth for a quarter of a
until the tough prairie sod was fairly smooth. It made a single path,
about two feet wide, and the finishing touches were put on with a hoe.
Another track was made about twenty feet from this one and the new race
course was ready for use. After all this trouble, Timmons lost his
money. But this sport took, and for nearly ten years races were held
every summer, usually on Saturday afternoon. It attracted more than
local attention and horses from some distance were frequently brought
in. Betting was always lively, ranging from a jackknife to $100 on a
side. During the last two or three years a man came with a beer wagon
and supplied the crowd. As far as we know, this was the only time that
any one has ever made a business of selling liquor at or near
Pilotburg. Mr. Mouser finally needed the land to farm, and the once
famous race track was broken up, and became a thing of the past.