OH Yes, I remember coyote hunts. 1923. The center where they came together was a mile south of where I was in school trying to study. Poor teacher. But it was only for a little while.
We all walked, as a school, down to the place where they came together. It was sad though. To see the coyotes running every whicha way but kept in the ring by shots fired when they went towards a gap in the line. There were quite a few of the unfortunate animals running around in the center.
My mamma was with the women who served the dinner. I don't even remember what we had to eat. That was the least of the excitement that day. Some of the women kept the little ones for those who were serving the crowd. Everyone else was there. I am sure that we went back to finish our lessons at school but that I can't remember now.
I wonder how the women got there. A few could drive so maybe they gathered up the ones who couldn't. Our mamma couldn't drive.
I wonder how the men got to their place in the big starting out circle. Someone had to deliver them and place them certain distances apart.
It had to have taken some good organization. And they did a good job, because in a few years there was another problem--Jack Rabbits. The few coyotes that were missed in the hunt lived on in a land of plenty. More rabbits than they needed. And rabbits ate green growing crops So then there were rabbit hunts.
And: SAME SONG--SECOND VERSE...
-- Submitted by Alice Gregory
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