The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1903-12-09
s.Heu- Hole" Hunters at Home Again.


Editor The Manning Times;
The Clarendon County Cunning Club
had their annual outing at their Old
camp ground in He'll Hole bay, begin
Ming Nov. 25 and ending Dec. 4. The
following members were present: Lutte
Plowden, president; DR.. George Dick
son, vice president and surgeon; An
drew Burgess, secretary and treasurer;
Wallace Plowden, commissary general;
Whitfield Plowden, lecturer; Privates
Bill Daniels, Irvine Plowden, Smith
Nelson, Leslie Bagnal, Bob Muldrow,
Sam Oliver, Warrenton Oliver, Hugh
Plowden, with five darkies who served
as cooks and men-of-all-work. To say
that tae trip was chock chug fall OF
sport and genuine pleasure from start
to finish, expresses it mildly. On
the way down DR.. Dickson and An
drew Burgess added to the bill OF fare
by killing several patridges, and on
reaching Laneau's ferry q bountlfu;
supply Of fish was secured. We crossed
the river safely on Friday and reached
the "School House." our old camping
place on FRIDAY afternoon TOO late to
take q drive that day. We found MIR.
Epps.a a relative OF DR.. Dickson teaching
school in the school house, and his
kind, courteous treatment to US all
made it genuine pleasure to meet and
to know him. He is gentleman OF the
old school. We were all glad to
meet our old war horse, Mr.. Shaw.
His hair is beginning to show a silvery
lining, but sitting astride his black
charger, fitting representative OF the
famous Stuart, he makes you feel that
he's going again, whether years pile mp
or not. We were glad also to meet our
old friends, Baily, Gary, and Hineman
who did all they could to add to our
pleasure, and succeeded right royalty.
We took our first drive Saturday and
brought in two fine deer. The next
day Sunday was spent quietly IN camp.
Wallace Plowden carried an American
tune book, and ne with Lutte Plowden,
DR.. Dickson, Andrew Burgess and sew
eral others, furnished the camp With
some good singing. which was greatly
enjoyed by all. After singing one
splendid piece, Whit said, Fellows,
what you reckon would become OF the
organ if they could hear that Kind OF
singing just once in tbs Manning Pres
byterian church, And Echo answers,
what! Sunday night about half OF our
party attended preaching at the Meth
odiss church about one and half miles
from camp Mr.. Ray preached. Monday
morning we were up bright and early
all expecting big things to happen that
day, and they happened. We sent in to
camp four fine deer. Bill Daniels said,
'.Fellows lets send for all our families
to move down here" Whit said, Home
is fool side of this place" Lutte said,
''Fellows. we mustn't kill anything to-
morrow, or thes people will run US of. !"
And sure enough we didn't kill any
thing Tuesday. Wednesday an old doe
went into camp, and on Thusrday Mon
days slaughter was repeated, four be-
ing killed and carried in that day.
The old adage about 13 being an un-
lucky number was proven to be abso-
lutely and entirely false, for there was
Is OF US and we killed II deer another
uneven number. and any man VINO
would say that our trip was not a bril-
liant success from start to finish, IS
simply crazy. Mr.. Editor did you ever
hear % hounds in full chase after a
deer? If you never did, you don't
know what music is. 1t seems like
they bark with louder and a more
spirited bark in those He'll Hole woods
than they do any where else. II the
GOOD wives and sisters of that crowd OF
stags could see how they did eat, they
would stand in wonder and amazement.
We didn't need the DR.. very bad, but
we all think its grand thing to have a
DR.. among our number, in case! All the
different parts and places OF our trip
were spliced with fun, laughter and
genuine enjoyment, but the, crowning
time OF all was at the close OF the day
after enjoying bountiful dinner, and
the whole camp assemble around the
fire to narrate the days experience in
the woods. How one fellows heart
stood still when the dogs headed for
him, and turned just in time Tor him to
miss shot. How the deer passed in
20 steps OF another and he emptied both
barrels at him, and missed, and then
how the fellow that killed could des-
cribe the summersault that deer made
he killed.
''My dog was leading that chase by
20 yards" "No he wasn't, that was my
blue speckled dos. I could tell by his
tongue 'sYou are entirely out OF it,
that was my big red dog" and so on.
Warrenton and Bob shot both barrels
at deer 20 steps away and didn't cut a
hair. Warrenton says, "These deer's
got some kind of spell on them. I can't
hit 'ern." Whit says they wouldn't
come close to him. DR.. Dickson says,
$50, Rop! Just let 'em come, and I'll
pile 'em up.
Whit, our lecturer talked entertain
ingly from time to time on different
subjects and he has the mack OF al
ways pleasing his hearers; our fayorite
theme being, "All places of public
amusement must be closed on the Sab
bath day" Mr., Editor, it would take
book to tell OF each mans thrilling
experiences, but for fear of the waste
basket, will desisv.
The SUCCESSFUL ones were: Wallace
Plowden, 2 deer; Lutte Plowden, 2;
Irvine Plowden, l: Dr. Dickson, l: Les
lie Bagnal, /; Sam Oliver, l: Hugh
Plowden, l; Mr.. Baily, l; Mr.. Gary, l..
II in all. In behalf of the camp again
thank you for copies OF The TINES read
N camp.
Yours truly,
A. P. B.
Dec. 7. 1903.