When the Oquirrh and Stansbury Islands had ceased to feel Lake Bonneville lapping at their feet and the land bridges had become firm enough to allow migration from one range to another, there came from the shadows of the Tetons, a small heard of buffalo led by a giant white bull. He held undisputed mastery over his herd and though he was often seen by the Indian hunters, there was never a taut bowstring drawn against him. He was something the great Spirit had given a white coat that he might be protected.
The White Buffalo became the nucleus of much Indian lore as new tales were fabricated around the Lodge fires or around the fire pits in their smoky hogans. Patiently carved petroglyphs of him were made on the fault sides. He became in their minds, a beneficent being which ensured many antelope, plenty of pine-nuts, good corn weather, and general well being.
White buffalo was wise with the wisdom bestowed upon him by the Great Spirit. He led his flock to the most succulent grasses of spring, to the best winter browsing on the warmest southern slopes, and in the thirsty days of summer to the waters which were cool and delightful.
So we have taken the white buffalo as our mascot. May his attributable qualities of leadership be ours for now and during the ensuing years.
…Sometime in a summer sky a cumulus cloud goes saundering by. It slowly changes and then lo...there is your WHITE BUFFALO