"One of the greatest legends of our time, our namesake's origin is as much a mystery as his whereabouts today.

Some say Dusty bred on a farm owned by the local druggist in the town of Hope. It was said this pharmacist was the best in the Fraser Valley, and upon Dusty's untimely passing, the kindly druggist had him stuffed and placed in front of his store.

Others believe Dusty was a Hollywood stunt horse. His trainers were forced to shoot poor Dusty when he threw a certain trailer-turned-actress into the middle of her 30's. It is said that Dusty, a rock-and-roll horse at heart, couldn’t take it when the star stopped singing that Broadway tune. The actress had Dusty shot.

At any rate, when Dusty rode into Whistler in 1979, in the back of a cherry half-ton, he was definitely dead and stuffed, so everyone thought. He was installed in a corner of this very establishment, and for years, a dozen drinks later and paraded out as one of their own. One full moon Friday, a female punker stripped naked with reckless abandon and leapt upon Dusty's head! At that very moment, Dusty sprung to life, burst through the doors, and galloped into the night, casually towing his would-be Lady Godiva into a snowbank. Was it the full moon, a flashback, or just the tequila fumes? No one can say for sure."