A well-known clockmaker (whose clocks are now much sought after) had a shop in High Street and was known to all as "Watchie Logan" early last century. He travelled the district repairing clocks in the farmhouses and was fond of a dram after he had done his work. On one occasion he was at West Enoch attending to a clock when the farmer was over generous with his bottle and "Watchie" left for home in a happy, but rather sleepy, condition. On reaching the "Beggars Rest" he sat down and fell asleep and some of the weavers who had been for a walk round the "Cross Roads" found him snoring away completely oblivious to everything. For a ploy they put him into a sack (he was a very small man) and carried him down to the back shop of a local butchers where they told the butcher they had poached a deer on Mochrum Hill and would let him have it for ten shillings. The butcher, anxious for a bargain, paid over the money and the weavers made themselves scare as quickly as possible, before the sack was opened. When the butcher untied the sack the cat (or rather "Watchie") was out of the bag and the fun started, as "Watchie" had sobered up and was indignant at his treatment while the butcher felt that someone should repay him his outlay for the poached "deer". They both set off in search of the weavers and finally ran them to earth in "Jimmie Edgar's" well-known howif in Weaver Vennal, where they were celebrating their windfall. The upshot of the matter was the appearance of "Watchie" and two of the weavers in court the following morning on a charge of insobriety. The ten shillings had been spent while the question of its repayment was discussed and the innkeeper was the only one who benefited by the trick played by the weavers on poor "Watchie". For years afterwards the local wags delighted to walk into the butcher's shop when customers were being served and loudly ask the owner if he would like to buy a deer.