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Confession of a Hunter – A Twenty Dollar Cottonmouth

By Andy Anderson
As a teenager, in my high school years, I hunted and fished all the time. I had a good friend and hunting buddy that we did everything together: fishing, hunting, rodeos and working odd jobs for a little pocket money. Jake and I were always up to something, especially when it came to hunting and fishing.
In our junior year of high school, Jake and I had shop class together. Shop class was the best. We got to build all kinds of things for our hunting adventures. We also got out of school early under the work program. We both had about an hour or so before we had to be at our jobs, so we would usually grab some lunch from the one stop and head down to River Bridge, a small one lane road that crossed the Trinity River. It was an old bridge, long since replaced, but during the time Jake I would frequent the river, it was an old bridge that groaned as cars passed over and was painted with various types of graffiti. We always had our fishing poles in the back of our pick-ups, and we would soon find ourselves sitting on the river bank near the old bridge, with a line in the water while enjoying a burger and coke.
This particular spot had a large oak tree that had fallen from the river bank some years back. It was partially submerged and had a large limb that extended out of the water to reaching out to about the middle of the river as it curved back down to the water, like a big finger pointing to a particular spot. The old tree was black from years of exposure to the elements, yet the wood was hard and very dense, providing a good platform to fish from.
One particular spring day, Jake and I arrive to our favorite spot only to find an extremely large cotton-mouth lying up on that old tree sun bathing. He had to be four and half to five feet in length and as big around as a Louisville slugger baseball bat. Had a head on him like a pit bull, just mean looking and not worried about anything. You could tell he was used to having his way on the river.
To read more pick up a copy of the June 2018 NTFR issue. To subscribe call 940-872-5922.
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The Deadliest Prairie in Texas

By Shannon Gillette
The Salt Creek Prairie with its rolling natural grasses and rampant wildflowers was a deceptive backdrop to the most dangerous prairie in Texas. Located in the northern section of Young County, the prairie absorbed an abundant amount of blood, shed from the battles between the encroaching white man and the Indians desperately trying to hold on to their home lands.
The Salt Creek Prairie was the location of several encounters between the Kiowa, Comanche and the area ranchers. The Indian Raid of Elm Creek on Oct. 13, 1867, resulted in the death of seven ranchers, five former Confederate Soldiers, the kidnapping of six women and children and the theft of 10,000 head of cattle. On May 18, 1871, the prairie witnessed another massacre when the Warren Wagon Train was hit by Kiowa under the command of Satanta, Satank and Big Tree. Seven members of the wagon train were murdered and forty-one mules stolen. But perhaps one of the bloodiest encounters was the Salt Creek fight on May 16, 1869.
Eleven cowboys under the watchful eye of their foreman, Captain Ira Graves were in the process of rounding up about five hundred head of their cattle about five miles southeast of present day Olney, Texas. The ranch hands were William Crow, John and George Lemley, C. L. Carter, Jason McClain, W. C. Kutch, J. W. Gray, Henry Harrison, Rube Secris, Joe Woody and a former slave known as Dick. They had noticed signs of recent Indian activity and were vigilant as they gathered the herd together. Each was armed with cap and ball six shooters. They had pointed the cattle towards the ranch and had made about four miles headway when they noticed a few more head grazing in the distance. Graves sent Carter and Kutch to gather them up. They had advanced about two miles when they spotted a large band of Indians approaching fast. Carter and Kutch could have taken cover in the sparse timber, but realized they would be leaving their companions in serious danger. The two groups met in the middle and tried to take cover in a small ravine that drained into the Salt Creek. The shallow-make shift fox hole offered very little protection.
The Indians attacked again and again. Arrows rained down on the cowboys in a continuous stream of painful blows. They attacked and retreated and attacked and retreated, but each time were met with volleys of gunfire from the small group of ranch hands. Each time the Indians retreated, they conferenced with their leader, who had stationed himself on a small hill away from the battle. After six hours of the constant onslaught, Graves developed a plan. When the Indians retreated, he ordered his men to stand and wave as wildly as they possibly could. The band of Indians, numbering over fifty strong, retreated for a final time, leaving the small band of cowboys alone.
As the dust settled the ranch hands evaluated their losses. In Kutch’s personal account given several years later, he described the aftermath: “Wm. Crow had been dead for several hours, and C. L. Carter had a severe arrow wound in his body, and had been also painfully injured with a rifle ball. John Lemley was mortally wounded in the abdomen with an arrow; J. W. Gray had been twice struck with rifle balls, once in the body and one in the leg; W. C. Kutch had two arrow heads in his knee and one in his shoulder; Jason McClain had been twice wounded with arrows; Rube Secris had his mouth badly torn, and his knee shattered; Geo Lemley had his face badly torn, and an arrow wound in his arm; and Ira Graves and Dick were also wounded.” Harrison was sent to Harmison Ranch for help.
The exhausted and wounded cowboys braved a very long and frightful night. With great relief, the morning hours brought the welcome sight of an incoming wagon. The rescuers patched the wounded as well as they could and sent word that doctors were needed desperately. The doctors did not arrive until a full twenty-four hours later. Carter passed away the next day from the injuries received during the battle. Two years later, McClain died while on another cattle drive. The cause of his death was blamed on the substantial injuries incurred on that fateful day in 1869.
While today the prairie grasses still wave and the wildflowers bloom in gorgeous arrays of colors nestled between cactus and mesquite, the blood shed is a distant memory. On crisp spring mornings it is easy to picture the deadly predicament that the cowboys faced.
This article originally appeared in the January 2016 issue of NTFR.
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Preparing Spring Gardens

By Hannah Claxton | Editor
The North Texas area is located within USDA Hardiness zones seven and eight. The zones are categorized by predicted low temperatures for winter and timing of the first and last frosts.
Zone seven usually has winter low temps between 0 and 10 degrees F with the average date of the first frost falling between Oct. 29 and Nov. 15 and the average date of the last frost falling between March 22 and April 3.
Overall, these two zones have similar climates and growing conditions, making the options for timing and variety within a garden very similar.
In these zones, cool-season crops should go in the ground in March, meaning that soil preparation should start now.
To read more, pick up a copy of the January edition of North Texas Farm & Ranch magazine, available digitally and in print. To subscribe by mail, call 940-872-5922.

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Equine Vaccinations

By Heather Lloyd
Vaccinations are a critical component of maintaining the health and well-being of horses, especially in environments where they are exposed to other animals, such as in the sport, show and performance arenas. Horses, like all animals, are susceptible to various infectious diseases that can spread quickly and cause serious harm.
A routine vaccination schedule helps prevent the spread of these diseases by preparing the horse’s immune system.
To read more, pick up a copy of the November edition of North Texas Farm & Ranch magazine, available digitally and in print. To subscribe by mail, call 940-872-5922.

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