Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1907-05-08
SAM DENDY IN OKLAHOMA,
INTERESTING WOLF HUNT-HOSPITALITY
OF WESTERNERS- COUNTRY, ETC.


homa Territory, April 26, 1907
Editors Courier: l write you few
lines to-day, outlining very pleas
ant experience in the way of my first
wolf hunt.
We reached this Big Pasture on
Monday evening with ten fine grey
stag hounds and twelve all-round,
well.bred fox hounds. We were in
the care and charge of our newly
made friend, John Tandy, native of
Texas, now of Oklahoma. Mr.,
Tandy is the very highest type of
thoroughbred gentleman, all-round
sportsman, with hospitality un-
bounded.
We left the Hooker Ranch about
3 O'Clock in the afternoon with the
greyhounds in tho dog wagon, which
is made 80 the dogs can either stand
up or lie down, as they like.
We are riding on this wolf hunt
in first class, four. seated carriage
and buggies. Mr.. Tandy, the
Hooker brothers and a MIR. Todd
were all on the very best saddle
horses. Our party consisted of
Major VIM. J. Stri5ling of Walhalla,
II. M. Richardson of Seneca, Mr..
Delana, of Missouri, our old friend,
NJ. Stokes Stribling, Waller Kelley,
William Hoops and Ebert Corbin,
all formerly of Oconee county. John
Tandy, the Hooker brothers, Bur-
rell, Fearne and Mr.. Todd are all, as
you may please to call them, "Texas
Rangers" "Cow Boys" or "Wolf
Exterminators," for they are the
finest horeback riders l have ever
seen. There is no cavalry student
at West Point, nor any German hus-
sar or Russian cossack, or horsemen
of any other nation who can mount
or dismount horse with more ease,
more grace or elegance than these
"open air men" of this grand coun-
try.
With spyglass in hand, one of the
rangers soon spied poor old Bre'r
Wolf, some three quarters of a mile
from us. III Bre'r Wolf soon saw US.
He was large dog wolf. He, as it
seemed to US, hesitated which way
he shonld head vent first to the
right, then turned again to the left.
We were approaching hin. in V-shape
in order to get as close as we could to
him; we :are going faster all the
time. Old Bre'r Wolf by this time
picks his course about due west,
heading for the Big Red creek and
for Red river, which is some ten
miles. Bre'r Wolf is now in full
speed, has realized that Mr.. Man and
Mr.. Greyhound are after him. Mr..
Tandy orders the dogman to drop
the hindt gate of the wagon; out
come the ten fine greyhounds. The
chase is now on ifor life or death
with Bre'r Wolf.
The horsemen, buggies and grey.
hounds are now going at break neck
speed. The greyhounds simply hug
the ground, the horses doing the
same. No one says a word--all
doing their level best. Old Bre'r
Wolf is running for life. The dogs
are closinglup closer to him, running
him from II to 2 miles on the open
plains. Red .Rolly, the large grey
hound, goes right up by the side of
old Bre'r Wolf andStskes him by the
hind leg. Bre'r Wolf snaps him off.
Red Rolly nips him again, only
waiting for the rest of the pack to
close up. Now they are up; they
close in on Bre'r Wolf life-and-
death struggle. Mr.. Tandy now
leaps from his horse and puts his
pistol in the VOLTS mouth to keep
him from biting the dogs feet. Soon
as Bre'r Wolf is dead we put him on
top the dog:wagon. We then turn
for our camp at Hooker Ranch.
Soon at camp, Jim has us a good
supper. After supper we enjoy our
pipes of peace and pleasure, and get
to cleaning the beautiful nloyer- with