ABOUT K2 ADVENTURE
— Cheri Lungstrum
Considerable curiosity has often been expressed why the name of “Mollyjoggers” was adopted by this club. Like the odd and catchy names of other associations, formed for either business or pleasure, it was merely a matter of accident. The club was camped at one time at what is known as Gibson hole, and were celebrating the feast day of the week—Friday, when they were joined by a neighbor- ing mountaineer, who came to spend the evening. He was made to feel at home, invited to participate in the many good things to eat and drink, and hugely enjoyed the fun and good stories. Late in the evening, as he was about to depart for home, he stepped in the tent door and addressed his host as follows:
"I've knowned you 'uns fer many a year in your stores in town, and never 'lowed they wus any fun in ye, but out here on the crick ye are jest like a lot of Mollyjoggers."
For those who are not familiar with the different species of the finny tribe found in the Ozarks streams, it will perhaps be interesting to know that there is a minnow inhabiting these waters—a horny-headed, spotted fellow, who is absolutely worthless, not even tempt- ing the versatile appetite of gars and turtles when used as bait, and this fish is called by the natives the "mollyjogger." What the old mountaineer said that evening struck home, and the name was adopted at once.