, 1891-10-13
AFTER THE Willy WOLF
A Big Party Of Hunters Camp on
the Trail for a Day.
They Find Bob Cats and Rabbits.
but No Bigger Game.
Much Shooting. Great Sport, Hard
Riding, and Plenty to Eat.

The much talked of wolf hunt is over
: and no deaths (among the hunters) are re-
ported. though a good many ofthem have
not yet fully recovered from the effects of
the hunt. The main party left town
about 6 O'Clock Sunday morning. The
camp was made eighteen or twenty miles
southeast of town in a deep canyon or
narrow valley. on either side OF which
were abrupt rock bluffs. These bluffs are
the hiding place of thousands of rabbits,
some wolves and coyotes, wild cats and
other game. Some of the party reached
camp about s o'clock and others later.
Going out the boys enjoyed themselves
squirting their horses and were exceed
ingly Jolly. The dinner consisted of
splendid coffee, bread and butter, sold
meats and fruits and was enjoyed very
much BY every one of the party. Some
rabbits were killed in time for dinner. but
the salt had been forgotten so they could
not be prepared.
Fred Roedel also killed a buzzard,
and each hunter stuck one of the
" eagle" feathers in his hat. The
camp somewhat resembled a COW
camp. One difference was that no
chaperejos were to be seen. Many of the
boys wore leggings, broad brimmed white
hats, flannel shirts, and .revolyers. W.
d. Richel looked like a thoroughbred
Texan and was repeatedly addressed as
Buffalo Bill. The boys were out for
sport and didn't care for expenses so far
as cost Of cartridges were concerned, and
consequently made it warm for any ami
NAL SO unfortunate as to show himself.
The start back was made shortly after
noon. About a mile this side of camp a
bunch Olive bobcats were sighted in the
rocks. The dogs went yelling about the
bluffs and the excited hunters rushed for
the rocks. One of the cats perched him
self upon a rock and looked quzzically
down upon the bad men from Cheyenne.
He got a ball from the revolver OF Richell
for his impotence and suddenly took a
tumble. landing at the foot of the bluffs
dead.
By this time the boys were excited
enough for anything, and headed by a
dare devil drummer from New York
spurred their horses right up over the
steep rocky bluffs. Three of the cats had
escaped, but the fifth was shot in the
head by John L. Chenery. after an excIt-
ing chase by the hunters. Once on the
smooth prairie the thirty hunters strung
out in q line with orders to keep thirty
yards apart. Capt. Boehm had charge of
the right wing and Lieut.. Porter of the
left. The first field was thor oughly
secured for jack rabbits and wolves, but
when the meeting point, which was the
gate to the next field, was made nothing
had been caught IN the net. In the next
field the same operation was gone through
with and one jack rabbit was routed. Mr.
Norris pack of grayhounds gave chase
and each horseman tried to outrun the
other and be in at the killing. The rab-
bit ran for some low bluffs to the right of
the road where he made his escape.
Observer Rayenscraft made a cut and
reached the bluffs about the time the
rabbit did and sailed up the hill ahead of
the dogs. When the party were about
seven or eight miles from town a severe
windstorm came UP. 1t proved the signal
for q race into organs ranch. After a
few minutes stop there the whole crowd
rode into town and dashed down Seven
teenth street to Ferguson and then around
to Frank Boehm's where his best cigars
were handed out.
RoEDEL's MOUNT.
Fred Roedel had an ornery cayuse. and
his efforts to get him over the road were
very amusing. Once when Roedel want
ed a drink Of water he got In a hurry to
reach the mess wagon and jumped off the
horse. thinking he could get there quicker
on foot. Last night the boys gathered at
RoedePs drug store and presented Mr.,
Roedel with a leather medal on which
were the words, champion Mount, to
Fred Roedel by the Cheyenne Wild Cat
Club" The presentation speech was
made by Ed Towse, after which Mr.. Roe
del set up the cigars.
OTHER PARTIEs OUT.
Besides the mounted wolf hunters
three or four other parties were out. W.
! Fl. Harvey, Jerry Coffee. VIM. Davis and