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Crazy Jim Vance: Did They Really Call Him “Crazy?”

Jim Vance is “a raccoon with rabies, a psychopath, a misogynist, and throw in a pinch of Bruce Dern. That’s the recipe.”—Tom Berenger

Otis Rice, a full professor and the West Virginia Historian Laureate, wrote of Jim Vance: “The tall, heavy-set, dark-bearded Vance, himself a later casualty in the feud between the Hatfields and the McCoys, had a reputation, even among his rough associates, for ruthlessness and vindictiveness.” The “historian Laureate” gives NO supporting documentation for his wildly inaccurate description of Jim Vance, and he had good reasons not to.  How could Rice present Vance as a ruthless and vindictive criminal when the court records show him holding the offices of constable and justice of the peace in West Virginia and deputy sheriff in Kentucky, with not a single criminal charge–not even a misdemeanor–against him in his entire long life?

This essay, in its entirety, can be read in my book, “Lies, Damned Lies, and Feud Tales.”  https://www.amazon.com/dp/1977716814/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1511238586&sr=1-1&keywords=Lies%2C+Damned+Lies%2C+and+Feud+Tales

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Book Release

Just a quick update…

The book will be released on November 29, 2013.  There will be links on the Home Page to purchase your copy.  Copies signed by the author will also be available, those links will be on the Home Page as well.

Stay tuned for more information!

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Wedding Bells for Johnse and Nancy: but NOT in Pikeville

In his “True Story” of the Hatfield and McCoy feud, wherein he promised in his Author’s Note to “deflate the legends and restore accurate historical detail,” (pp. xii-xiii) Dean King says that the marriage of Johnse Hatfield and Nancy McCoy was opposed by Nancy’s Uncle, Perry Cline, and “firmly opposed” by Nancy’s Mother, Martha (Patty) Cline McCoy, who actually “forbade her daughter to marry Johnse.”

King then says, “Nancy, who was known for her strong will, did it anyway, in Pikeville on May 14.”[i]

The two documents posted here show plainly that each of King’s statements is false.

This essay, in its entirety, can be read in my book, “Lies, Damned Lies, and Feud Tales.”  https://www.amazon.com/dp/1977716814/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1511238586&sr=1-1&keywords=Lies%2C+Damned+Lies%2C+and+Feud+Tales

 


[i] The quoted words and the references to Kng are on page 83 of his book, The Feud.

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The Tale of the Cow’s Tail: Flogging in the Feud

This is an artist’s rendition of a man being flogged aboard a ship.   Flogging was common in the old British Royal Navy, until it was outlawed around 1880.  The punishment was usually a dozen lashes with a cat o’ nine tails.

In his 2013 best-selling “True Story” of the Hatfield and McCoy feud, Dean King has two women receiving a punishment that far exceeds flogging round the fleet in its severity.  The instrument used in King’s tale was a cow’s tail.

This essay, in its entirety, can be read in my book, “Lies, Damned Lies, and Feud Tales.”  https://www.amazon.com/dp/1977716814/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1511238586&sr=1-1&keywords=Lies%2C+Damned+Lies%2C+and+Feud+Tales

 


 

 

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As you can see from the photo, a cow’s tail is three to four feet long, and is bigger at the butt end than the cow’s lower foreleg.  While the cat o’ nine weighed less than a pound, the cows tail weighs much more. Wikipedia says; “Oxtail (occasionally spelled ox tail or ox-tail) is the culinary name for the tail of cattle. …An oxtail typically weighs 2 to 4 lbs…..http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oxtail

The comparison of such a bludgeon with the cat, which weighs less than a pound is startling.  For a more meaningful comparison, consider the bat with which Henry Aaron hit 755 home runs:

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“With the start of 1971, Hank Aaron finished his career only ordering A99 model bats. All of the lengths were 35” in length and weighed 32 to 34 ounces….. “The History of the Hillerich & Bradsby Bats ordered by Henry Aaron by Troy R. Kinunen …..http://www.mearsonline.com/index.php?mact=News,cntnt01,print,0&cntnt01articleid=51&cntnt01showtemplate=false

The instrument used by Cap Hatfield and Tom Wallace to bludgeon the two women  in King’s yarn was actually longer and heavier than Hank Aaron’s Louisville slugger.

Let’s give Mr. King the benefit of the doubt and say that the bovine appendage employed by Cap Hatfield was only of medium size. This means that the Daniels women were struck by a weapon that was three times as heavy as the cat, which would break a one-inch-square piece of wood, and half-again as heavy as Hank Aaron’s bat.

If a one pound cat o’ nine would break a one-inch piece of wood, we would certainly expect a bludgeon three times as heavy to break bones, and that’s exactly what King says happened.  He writes: “with the first two blows, the heavy bone end of the tail cracked two of her ribs.”[i]

Two strokes with a bludgeon longer and heavier than Hank Aaron’s bat did just what you would expect; they broke two bones. Then King’s tale becomes like so many more of his yarns—simply incredible. He says that the two women were beaten in turn for a total of forty minutes!  Allowing for a slow, methodical cadence of one stroke every three seconds, this means that the two women each received about four hundred strokes from that massive bludgeon, and both survived, with no damage beyond two broken ribs reported.   Two hundred fifty strokes from a one pound cat o’ nine would kill a British sailor, but Dean King’s women survived four hundred strokes from an implement three times as heavy!

I’ve tried to imagine what should be done to someone who would tell a whopper like that in a book that he claims is a “True Story,” but I can’t come up with anything that precisely fits the offense. I would not like to cause an animal to suffer by removing the tail from a cow–as King says Cap did– but I might consider the lesser punishment of a few brisk strokes using a Hank Aaron model Louisville Slugger.

 

 


[i] How Cap could hold a half-ton cow still long enough to cut through that much bone and gristle is not explained.

[ii] King, The Feud, 145

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Where’s All the Dead Hatfields?

Uncle Ransom Hatfield lived near the lower end of my paper route back in 1952-55.  He lived almost his entire life in the home place of his father, Preacher Anse Hatfield, which was where the infamous “hog trial” took place in 1878, and where Ellison Hatfield was killed on Election Day, 1882.

Uncle Ransom was interviewed by almost all the writers who wrote before he died in 1956. He detested all the books, which he said were “mostly bull-shit.” This essay, in its entirety, can be read in my book, “Lies, Damned Lies, and Feud Tales.”  https://www.amazon.com/dp/1977716814/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1511238586&sr=1-1&keywords=Lies%2C+Damned+Lies%2C+and+Feud+Tales

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Let’s Talk About the “Hog Trial”

Let’s talk about the infamous “hog trial,” which is said to have been conducted in the front parlor of the  house seen here.  I have been in that room many times, and talked at great length with the man seen in the photo, Uncle Ransom Hatfield, who lived there all his life. He was the son of Preacher Anderson Hatfield, who was my great-great-grandfather, on both sides. I delivered the Williamson Daily news to Uncle Ransom from 1952-55, and talked with him at least once a week about “the feud.”

The first question is: Was there a hog trial, or is it just another “feud fable?”

This essay, in its entirety, can be read in my book, “Lies, Damned Lies, and Feud Tales.”  https://www.amazon.com/dp/1977716814/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1511238586&sr=1-1&keywords=Lies%2C+Damned+Lies%2C+and+Feud+Tales

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Help Wanted! Devil Anse’s Labor Shortage

  • [I’ve come to believe that manufacturing a feud tale is a bit like making moonshine.  For moonshine, you can take (according to at least one recipe) 8 lbs of crushed corn, 1.5 lbs of malted barley, 5 gallons of water and 1 package of bread yeast and, through a carefully controlled process of mixing, fermenting and distilling, output yourself a small batch of good corn whiskey.  Gold from lead, so to speak.  Our feud tales, from the earliest ones on record to the latest ones published and promoted by the largest of industrial conglomerates, rely on a similar (al)chemical process. You take 2 parts old newspaper stories, 1 part wild tale passed down through a local family, 3 parts unsourced quotes from previously-written books, and 2 parts self-invented detail, mix it carefully together on the page (with no regard whatsoever for the truth) and, viola!, feud tale.  At the very least, your every detail, even the invented ones, become potential ingredients for the next feud book cooked up by the publishing industry and at best you find yourself with a bestseller and possibly even, why the hell not?, a  TV show!  Here’s the thing, though. These concoctions are not good for your brain.  They cloud your judgement.  They make you see things that aren’t true and, if examined for half a second in the cold light of sobriety, are clearly ridiculous.  So, to keep my little analogy going, Thomas is a feud tale revenuer, stalking the backwoods of feud research and feud books to find the source of all this bad hooch, which, with careful blows of the axe, he smashes and leaves in ruins.  Seriously, all of these feud books, with the exception of Altina Waller’s book and Thomas Dotson’s books, should come with a warning label:  Warning! Feud Book.  Claims to historical accuracy lack foundation and may cause blurred vision and permanent memory loss.  Read at your own risk. – RYAN HARDESTY]
  • This forlorn scene might represent Devil Anse Hatfield’s moonshine still in late 1880.   According to Dean King, Anse’s lucrative “likker” trade was in the doldrums due to a labor shortage.  King writes that “Devil Anse’s sons were not keen on  the hard work required,”[i] so the old mountaineer had to look elsewhere.  Even though Devil Anse had dozens of close relatives—brothers, cousins, nephews—living close by, he could find no one willing to do the work associated with tending a still.

How this could be so when Anse had no problem finding forty relatives and neighbors to do the back-breaking labor of timbering in the hills is not divulged.  We must accept it as true, however, because the Boston Globe assures us that Mr. King is a historian.

At a time when, according to King, Anse Hatfield was involved in a furious blood feud with the McCoys, he solved his labor shortage at the still in a most surprising manner; he hired Jim McCoy, the eldest son Ran’l McCoy!

King assures us that a moonshining enterprise was “an endeavor that required absolute faith among participants,”  but he expects us to believe that Devil Anse and Ran’l McCoy’s eldest son were in the moonshine business together in 1880.

That was two years after the hog trial, which, according to King, featured dozens of armed Hatfields and McCoys, turning out to support their respective sides.  It was also the same year that Sam and Paris McCoy killed Bill Staton, Johnse and Roseanna had their fling and Devil Anse took Johnse from Jim’s brothers at gunpoint.  It was within a few weeks of the time when, according to King, more than a hundred armed McCoys invaded Anse’s county seat of Logan.

King does not tell us whether Jim came to work at the still the morning after Devil Anse stripped his brothers of their prisoner.  Maybe Jim was actually living in the home of Devil Anse at the time, in order to avoid the commute of two hours every morning and evening by horseback from Pond Creek to Grapevine.  King doesn’t say, so we will just have to guess.

The very idea that anyone — much less someone as intelligent and cautious as Devil Anse Hatfield — would allow a non-kinsman out-of-state outsider to even look at his still is preposterous.  From the day that Lincoln signed the law in 1862, making the distilling of untaxed liquor a federal offense, until today, no operator of such a still would ever do such a thing.  King repeats at least three more times the ludicrous claim that Devil Anse, a member of one of the largest families in the entire Valley, had such a shortage of willing workers among his kin that he had to employ an out-of-state McCoy at his still.

Any reader gullible enough to swallow this yarn will probably believe the dozens of even taller tales coming later in this “True Story” of the Hatfield and McCoy feud.

 


[i] King, Dean, The Feud, 67

[ii] Ibid.

[iii] ibid

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The Reporters Who Made Devil Anse Famous

The light bulb shown here was invented by a man whose name was Theron Clark Crawford.  Crawford was also  the co-inventor of something much more lasting than was his light bulb—The Hatfield and McCoy Feud!

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Crawford visited Logan, West Virginia in 1888.  He also penetrated the wilds of Island Creek for a visit with Devil Anse Hatfield.

This essay, in its entirety, can be read in my book, “Lies, Damned Lies, and Feud Tales.”  https://www.amazon.com/dp/1977716814/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1511238586&sr=1-1&keywords=Lies%2C+Damned+Lies%2C+and+Feud+Tales


[i] Crawford, T. C., An American Vendetta, 7,8.

[ii] Crawford, 16.

[iii] Crawford, 3.

[iv] Crawford, 65.

[v] Crawford, 81.

[vi] Crawford, 9.

[vii] Spears, John R., A Mountain Feud, 19-20.

[viii] Spears, 28

[ix] Spears, 14.

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The Men Who Made Devil Anse Famous

Most Americans are convinced that Devil Anse Hatfield is world famous simply because he was a prolific killer of men. In fact, Devil Anse became famous because there were other men who killed large numbers of men—far more than Anse Hatfield was ever accused of killing—in Kentucky at the same time Devil Anse was active in Tug Valley.

Devil John Wright (photo at left) was said by the biographers of John C. C. Mayo to have killed twenty-eight men and fathered twenty-seven children.[i]  Wright’s son, in a biography he wrote of his father, said that Wright only killed sixteen men, but that he fathered thirty-five children.[ii]

Devil John Wright was a nephew of Martin Van Buren “Baby” Bates. Baby, from Letcher County, Ky., was 7’2″ tall and weighed over 400 pounds. He was a Captain in the Confederate Army, and was said to have been “fierce in battle.” He was captured once, but escaped. I’ve always wondered how he got out of a POW camp without being seen. Baby was eventually discharged early because he Confederate Army tired of replacing the horses he “broke down” with his great weight. After the war, Baby joined the circus, where he met a demure Swedish lass three inches taller than he was. They married and lived heavily ever after. They are still listed in Guinness as the tallest married couple ever.

BabyBatesThis essay, in its entirety, can be read in my book, “Lies, Damned Lies, and Feud Tales.”  https://www.amazon.com/dp/1977716814/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1511238586&sr=1-1&keywords=Lies%2C+Damned+Lies%2C+and+Feud+Tales

 

 [i] Turner, Carolyn and Traum, Carolyn, John C. C. Mayo, Cumberland Capitalist, 44.

[ii] Wright, William T., Devil John Wright of the Cumberlands, 275.

[iii] Wright’s nephew, Lieurenant Martin van Buren “Baby” Bates, was in the same circus at the same time, as a seven-foot-two inch giant.  “Baby” married a Canadian lass who joined the circus as a giantess, and the couple is still in Guinness as the tallest married couple in history. Anna was seven feet five inches tall.  http://www.guinnessworldrecords.com/records-10000/tallest-married-couple/

[iv] King, Dean, The Feud, 120.

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Have We Edited Dean King’s Book?

 

We don’t have as big a megaphone as does the “feud industry,” but we a ARE making progress!  Dean King has this photo of my great uncle, Constable Floyd Hatfield on page 53 of his book, The Feud.  King captions the photo “Hog Floyd Hatfield.”

The  West Virginia Culture website had the photo, properly captioned, on it website.  After King’s book came out, someone at the Culture and History Department obviously read it and changed the caption to “Hog Floyd” Hatfield, just as it is in King’s book.

Jack Hatfield, grandson of my great-great-Uncle, Constable Floyd Hatfield, got in touch and gave them the facts. That photo is now again correctly captioned  http://www.wvculture.org/history/hatfield/hfindex.html

Will King persist in calling Constable Floyd Hatfield “Hog Floyd” when his paperback is issued?  Will the paperback continue to use the bogus photos of “Randall McCoy” (p. 22), Asa Harmon McCoy (p. 37), and the three unknown corpses as the sons of Ran’l McCoy (p. 120)?

Many serious feud scholars are wondering how much of the spurious “data” will be excised for the paperback. I don’t expect many changes, because to “clean it up” would require a complete re-write, which would not even resemble the first edition.

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