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SILETZ, Ore. — The search for 2-year-old Dane Paulsen, who went missing from his home near milepost 21 on Highway 229, north of Siletz, has continued into Monday with increasing efforts from law enforcement and community volunteers.

Dane was last seen on March 1 playing in his front yard. He wore a grey fuzzy hoodie with ears, blue and white shoes, and black pants. Authorities described him as “friendly and fearless,” comfortable around strangers and water, though he cannot swim.

Since his disappearance, the Lincoln County Sheriff’s Office has coordinated extensive ground, water, and air searches. Witnesses saw a vehicle and an unidentified adult male near a bridge close to Dane’s home roughly 30 minutes before he vanished. After locating the car and its occupant, an investigation cleared the man.

During a press conference on March 2, authorities explained their decision not to issue an Amber Alert, stating that the case did not meet the necessary criteria. For an Amber Alert to be activated, law enforcement must have reasonable belief that an abduction has occurred.

The missing child must be under the age of 18 and believed to be in imminent danger of serious bodily harm or death. Additionally, there must be enough descriptive information about the child, the abductor, or any involved vehicle for law enforcement to issue an alert that could assist in the recovery of the child.

The child’s information needs to be input into the National Crime Information Center (NCIC) database. Officials emphasized that while Dane’s case is urgent, it does not fit the criteria for an Amber Alert, as there is no evidence suggesting an abduction.

Despite this, search teams have aggressively pursued all possible leads, with support from the Lincoln County Major Crime Team and the FBI. As of Sunday, March 2, authorities reported 382 acres and 283 miles searched using 88 certified search and rescue members, four watercraft, four divers, four drones, six human-trailing K9s, 40 investigators, and 138 community volunteers.

Searchers are focusing efforts between the steel bridge and Huhtala Road, with officials urging community members not to enter the primary search area to avoid interfering with operations. Volunteers are instead encouraged to gather at the Elks Toketee Illahee campground, where the park host will coordinate search efforts.

Jess Palma, executive assistant for the Lincoln County Sheriff’s Office, stated that overnight volunteer searches are discouraged due to safety concerns and limited visibility. While there is currently no evidence of foul play, the FBI’s Victim Services Division has been assisting the family.

Authorities urge anyone with information to call the tip line at 541-265-0669. A GoFundMe campaign has been created to support search efforts.

It was someplace in the mountains above Lamoille. Maybe higher than I should have gone. The air was thin but good. The lake below was blue and deep, and I had wanted to see it up close. But I had taken the wrong step.

The shale had gone out from under me fast. No time to catch myself. No time to think. I pitched left and lost my stick. It was gone, and then I was gone too, sliding. The pack weighed me down, making it worse. The ground broke away and carried me like a river, taking me down and down.

I kicked hard to stop. It didn’t work. The mountain was winning. The drop was close now. It was coming. I thought: This is it, how it happens. So I threw my arms and legs wide, like making a snow angel, and everything stopped.

I lay there, breathing hard, feeling the shale trickling past me. It whispered as it went. A little more, and I’d have gone with it.

I sat up slowly. Two, maybe three feet away, the ground ended. I shivered. My hands shook. Not a place for shaking hands. I picked the rocks out of my clothes, my skin, my hair. Sat for a long time, listening to the tinkle of the shale as it settled.

The climb back was slow. My legs burned. My hands bled. I had to dig my way through the shale, testing each step. The trail was gone to me, but I kept moving. Had to. The sun was getting low when I found the path again.

I made camp on the trail, where it grew wide. The ground was hard, and the wind was coming, so I left the tent in my pack. I pulled the shale from my skin, one sharp piece at a time. Some deep. Some not. Then I curled up in my bag in between two rocks and let the night take me.

In the morning, the sun came over the peaks and found me. I let it warm me before I moved. Everything hurt, but that was fine. Hurt meant I was still here. I dressed slowly, then started the long walk down.

I never made it to the lake and never went back. And that’s fine. I survived, and that’s enough.

More Holidays, But Do They Pay?

The esteemed legislators of Nevada, never ones to shirk a chance at a grand pronouncement, have taken it upon themselves to bestow fresh honors upon the calendar. Assembly Bill 82, now trotting through the legislative corral, proposes that the governor, with all due pomp and circumstance, annually declare “Diwali Day,” “Eid al-Fitr Day,” “Vaisakhi Day,” and “Vesak Day.”

This noble endeavor met with warm approval from those who hold these days sacred, and one might suppose that the bill’s passage is but a formality. But the devil, as always, is in the details.

One cannot help but ask the burning question—do these holidays come with the golden promise of a paid day off, or are they merely ornamental fixtures on the almanac, fine for speeches but useless when staying home in one’s slippers? Alas, there is no word yet on whether the working man will benefit beyond the mere pleasure of knowing another day has a name.

Should this measure pass, could future legislative genius extend similar honors to other occasions—perhaps “The Day of the Lost Sock” or “The Great American Nap Day?” But until there is word on whether these new designations come with a respite from toil, the laboring folk of Nevada would do well to keep their noses to the grindstone, for their employers expect nothing less.

The Protestingest Protesters That Ever Protested

A great sea of aggrieved humanity, numbering in the thousands–by their count, which, like a fisherman’s, is not to be taken at face value, assembled near the office of Congressman Mark Amodei, having taken mortal offense at his failure to indulge their demands for a town hall. They came armed with slogans, righteous indignation, and the unshakable belief that the louder one shouts, the more correct one is.

Commencing at the fashionable hour of noon—after, one presumes, a leisurely breakfast— the protest, helmed by a medley of activist organizations, all deeply wounded by the recent federal budget bill.

“This isn’t rocket science,” declared one Christiane Brown, a sentiment with which the gathering undoubtedly agreed, given their choice of occupation for the day.

They lamented the alleged disintegration of Medicare and Medicaid. It became clear that many had only a passing acquaintance with such matters as their expertise derived primarily from social media posts and legacy media.

One organizer, Kimberly Carden, swore with the certainty of a prophet that the good Congressman would be seeing a great deal more of them. “If he won’t host a town hall for his constituents, we’ll bring his constituents to him,” she declared, which is an admirably determined—if somewhat inconvenient—approach to civic engagement.

Not content to confine their grievances to mere fiscal matters, the crowd, as is tradition, found time to voice opinions on Elon Musk, immigration, and any other topic that might generate additional outrage. It was a protest buffet, offering something for everyone.

Meanwhile, in the frosty hills of Vermont, Vice President JD Vance found himself the reluctant recipient of similar attention, as another league of sign-waving enthusiasts braved the cold to register their objections to his views on Ukraine, Palestine, and, one suspects, the price of lift tickets at Sugarbush Resort. The Vice President was in the state to ski with his family, a grave offense in the eyes of those who believe no moment is too sacred for political confrontation.

Protesters, some clutching Ukrainian flags, others brandishing Palestinian banners, and all sharing enthusiasm for standing outside in unfavorable weather, letting Vance know he had no friends in Vermont, though whether he had previously claimed to is unclear. “Ski Russia!” one declared, suggesting that if the Vice President wished to carve up some powder, he ought to do so in the company of his alleged comrades in Moscow.

Vermont Governor Phil Scott issued a statement best summarized as “Be nice,” but given the temperament of the assembled multitudes, one doubts it had much effect. Meanwhile, a scattering of Vance supporters, while outnumbered but resolute, bravely counter-protested with a “welcome rally.”

Thus concluded another grand performance of modern democracy, where everyone left wholly unsatisfied yet thoroughly self-righteous. Not a single mind got changed, and zero policies got reversed.

But rest assured, more protests are in the works—for what is life without a good, old-fashioned grievance to march about?

Virginia City’s Muckers took to the road Saturday, but if there were any lingering ghosts from last season’s six-game losing streak, they exorcized them. They pummeled the Hug Hawks with a decisive 15-6 victory, putting an end to their skid in emphatic fashion.

As fate would have it–Virginia City and Hug will be taking on Portola in their next contests. The Muckers will head out at noon on Saturday while Hug gets an earlier crack at them at 10 a.m.

For Hug, it was a bitter start to the season, extending a losing streak that has now reached an unfortunate 21 games. Still, there were some bright spots. Aubrie Sacauskas went 2-for-2 at the plate, scoring a run and setting a new career-high with two doubles. Daisy Torres hit a home run and drove in two RBIs, making an impact even though her team lost.

Meanwhile, Fernley wasted no time serving revenge in their home opener against Pahrump Valley. After falling 13-10 the last time these two squads met, the Vaqueros flipped the script with a 7-0 shutout on Thursday. Taylor Tollestrup led the charge, crossing the plate twice while going 2-for-3, while Lauren Smith contributed a run and a solid 1-for-2 performance.

The Vaqueros didn’t just win—they did it with discipline. While Pahrump Valley batters struck out eight times, Fernley hitters only fanned once, making the difference clear.

They followed up the victory with a 9-3 win over Williams on the 27th, while Pahrump Valley struggled again, dropping a 5-3 decision to Palo Verde Valley that same day.

Virginia City’s misfortunes persisted Friday as they suffered their fourth consecutive defeat, an 8-7 nail-biter at the hands of the Pyramid Lake Lakers. The Muckers were a single run away from snapping their losing streak, but fate had other plans. Adding an unusual twist to the affair, this marked the fourth straight game in which the visiting team walked away victorious.

Despite the loss, Tyler Battaglia delivered a performance worth remembering. The hard-throwing right-hander took out eight batters in just over three innings of work, surrendering only one hit and three earned runs while issuing a lone free pass. His strikeout tally set a new personal best. Not content with merely shining on the mound, Battaglia made his presence felt at the plate as well, scoring twice, swiping a bag, and notching a base hit in three trips.

He was not alone in making solid contact. Angel Hipolito contributed by crossing the plate once and pilfering two bases, while four of his teammates also registered hits in the contest.

The latest setback dropped Virginia City to a winless 0-4 on the season. Pyramid Lake, meanwhile, clawed back to .500 with a 1-1 record.

Unfortunately for Virginia City, the script remained unchanged in their next outing. Their rematch against Hug ended in a 9-2 drubbing, extending their road losing streak to five games dating back to last season. The last time these two squads met, the Muckers prevailed 9-3 in April 2019, but history did them no favors this time.

Looking ahead, both Virginia City and Hug will take on Portola next. The Muckers will host the Tigers at noon Saturday while Hug gets their crack at them at 10 a.m.

Meanwhile, in another bout of diamond dominance, Southwest EC made quick work of Fernley, shutting them out in a lopsided 16-0 affair. The Eagles have been feasting on opponents all season, racking up four wins by nine or more runs.

Southwest EC remains undefeated at 5-0, steamrolling their competition with an average margin of victory exceeding 11 runs per game. Fernley tumbled to a 1-3-1 mark with the loss.

The Eagles kept their momentum rolling with a 6-1 triumph over Needles in their subsequent contest. Fernley, hoping to rebound, will return to their home turf Thursday to square off against Douglas at 3 p.m.

SILETZ, Ore. – Authorities in Lincoln County, along with the Oregon State Police and the FBI, are searching for a missing two-year-old boy who vanished Saturday afternoon.

Dane Paulsen was playing in the yard of a residence near milepost 21 on Siletz River Highway at approximately 4 p.m. on March 1. The Lincoln County Sheriff’s Office was notified of his disappearance at 4:25 p.m., prompting an immediate response from multiple agencies, including Siletz Valley Fire, Oregon State Police, Newport Police Department, Lincoln City Police Department, and Lincoln County Search and Rescue.

Search efforts began immediately, with emergency personnel scouring the property and surrounding areas on foot and by air. Drones, equipped with cameras and thermal imaging technology, were used in the search efforts.

Dane has brown hair and green eyes. He wore a gray fuzzy hoodie with teddy bear ears, black pants, and blue and white shoes.

Authorities have identified a late-90s gold-colored station wagon, possibly a 1996 Mercury Sable with tinted windows, as a vehicle of interest. Witnesses reported seeing the car in the area around the time Dane disappeared. It was traveling south on Siletz River Highway near mile marker 20, driving from Lincoln City, about three miles north of Siletz.

Officials expressed gratitude to the approximately 150 community members who’ve joined in the search efforts. The investigation and active search for Dane Paulsen remain ongoing.

The Lincoln County Sheriff’s Office asks anyone with information regarding Dane’s whereabouts or the suspicious vehicle to contact their Tip Line at 541-265-0669 or their non-emergency dispatch at 541-265-0777.

This is a friend’s cousin…

SILETZ, Ore. – Authorities in Lincoln County, along with the Oregon State Police and the FBI, are searching for a missing two-year-old boy who vanished Saturday afternoon.

Dane Paulsen was playing in the yard of a residence near milepost 21 on Siletz River Highway at approximately 4 p.m. on March 1. The Lincoln County Sheriff’s Office was notified of his disappearance at 4:25 p.m., prompting an immediate response from multiple agencies, including Siletz Valley Fire, Oregon State Police, Newport Police Department, Lincoln City Police Department, and Lincoln County Search and Rescue.

Search efforts began immediately, with emergency personnel scouring the property and surrounding areas on foot and by air. Drones, equipped with cameras and thermal imaging technology, were used in the search efforts.

Dane has brown hair and green eyes. He wore a gray fuzzy hoodie with teddy bear ears, black pants, and blue and white shoes.

Authorities have identified a late-90s gold-colored station wagon, possibly a 1996 Mercury Sable with tinted windows, as a vehicle of interest. Witnesses reported seeing the car in the area around the time Dane disappeared. It was traveling south on Siletz River Highway near mile marker 20, driving from Lincoln City, about three miles north of Siletz.

Officials expressed gratitude to the approximately 150 community members who’ve joined in the search efforts. The investigation and active search for Dane Paulsen remain ongoing.

The Lincoln County Sheriff’s Office asks anyone with information regarding Dane’s whereabouts or the suspicious vehicle to contact their Tip Line at 541-265-0669 or their non-emergency dispatch at 541-265-0777.

Jim Talbot had just sat down to a hot plate of venison and beans as the phone rang. He knew before he picked it up that it wasn’t good news. It never was at this hour.

“Talbot,” he said.

“We got a problem,” came Chief Henry’s steady voice. “State boys were transferring a prisoner. They stopped for gas and coffee. Man made a break for it.”

“Who?”

“Bob Findley. Insurance fraud, but he nearly beat a prison guard to death. They were moving him to maximum security.”

Talbot sighed, set his fork down, and stood. “Where’d he go?”

“Into the hills. On Rez land.”

“Figures.”

He grabbed his Winchester and checked his pocket for shells. Only four.

“Damn,” he muttered. “Meant to buy more.”

The state officers met him outside the market, pointing toward the ridge. “Mild-mannered, but slippery,” one of them said. “He’s smart. Be careful.”

Talbot found Findley’s tracks easy enough—man had no clue how to cover them. About a thousand yards up the hill, the con did something slick. He doubled back.

That’s when Talbot saw the man leaning against a tree, stripped, near-naked, blood running down his face.

“What happened?” Talbot asked, stepping closer.

“Bastard cracked me over the head, stole my clothes. Took my pistol too.”

Talbot’s stomach tightened. “Great. Now he’s armed.”

He tried his radio. Nothing. Out of range. He turned back to the hiker.

“Posse’s coming up the hill. You good till they get here?”

The man gave him a weak wave. “Go.”

Talbot nodded and continued, moving slower now. Findley was making for the river—probably thought water would hide his tracks. “Watched too many damn westerns,” Talbot muttered.

Down at the bank, he found the convict. Findley had stripped off his prison jumpsuit and was lacing up the stolen boots, too busy to notice the lawman creeping up.

“Hands up, Findley!”

Findley spun, pistol flashing in his hand. Talbot barely got a shot off before he felt a hammer blow to his thigh.

Talbot staggered back, cursed, and fired again—missed. Another shot—missed again. Then, he heard the click. Findley’s gun was empty.

“Damn fool,” Talbot growled.

He rolled onto his belly, dragging himself forward through ferns and deadfall, leveling his rifle. “Don’t move.”

Findley raised his hands slowly this time.

Talbot tried to push himself up. His leg gave out, and he hit the dirt hard.

“Sit down,” he ordered, breathing heavily.

Findley sat. “I didn’t mean to shoot you. I panicked.”

“Be quiet.”

Talbot could feel himself fading. Vision swimming. His hand fumbled for a bandana, but he had none.

“You’re gonna bleed out,” Findley said. “I can stop it.”

Talbot shook his head, fighting to stay upright. “No. You stay put.”

“You don’t have to die a hero.”

Talbot’s eyes snapped up. His fingers tightened on the rifle.

“What’d you just say?”

“I can stop the bleeding—”

“No. After that.”

Findley’s lips pressed together. He knew.

Talbot raised his rifle, centering the barrel on Findley’s chest. The convict closed his eyes. The woods were suddenly quiet–no river, bird, or wind in the branches.

Then, Talbot saw Findley moving. “Stop,” Talbot warned, but his voice was weaker than before.

He blinked slowly, head swimming. Findley kept coming.

Talbot pulled the trigger. Click.

Then, blackness. When Talbot woke, Findley sat with his back to him, hands cuffed.

And Talbot was still alive. He faded out again as the stretcher lifted from the ground.

In a contest where neither side could seize the upper hand, the Fernley Vaqueros and Needles Mustangs settled for a hard-fought 3-3 draw on Friday. It was a game of give and take, with both teams showing flashes of brilliance but neither able to land the decisive blow.

The draw leaves Fernley sitting at an even 1-1-1 on the season, a mixed bag of fortune that suggests the Vaqueros are still searching for a rhythm. Needles, now at 1-2-1, will look to build some momentum when they host Southwest EC on Saturday morning.

Fernley, meanwhile, wasted no time returning to action, though their next outing was far from ideal. They ran into a buzzsaw against Central, suffering a humbling 7-0 defeat on the 28th. The Vaqueros will need to shake off the sting of that loss as they prepare for their next challenge on the road.

In tournament play, there’s little time to dwell on the past—only the next battle ahead.