The Wolfer

Montana Wolf, 100 pounds, 1920s 

The Wolfer. 

A battered skillet with handle long,

A bunch of traps with the swivels strong, 

The genuine old Newhouse make, 

As for the "drag" I wouldn't take.

A marble axe with folding pick,

It stands the racket and falls to nick,

A writing tablet of paper tuff, 

I find for covering is just the stuff. 

Your matches roll in a Towers fish brand,

They have never wet and never can, 

As for grub and what 'twill be, 

You will have to read the H-T-T. 

The best anchor's the Picket Pin, 

It's held 'em afore, it will again, 

Cayuses three and saddles the same, 

Two built on a sawhorse frame, 

The other with "F. Meaney's" name. 

Scabbards and hobbles, tarps and rope,

We're about ready to hit a lope, 

With a lay like this and your 303,

And your subscription paid to the H-T-T.

And shells galore of the Red W make,

I reckon we'll manage to make a stake. 

                                                      -Hamilton, the Hunter, Montana

* Taken from the February, 1909 edition of the Hunter Trader Trapper Magazine.