Last Saturday evening about 4 o’clock the following fox hunters of the county met near Boomer: G.B. Carlton, Col. H.G. Minton, D.F. Shepherd, Len Pope, Wed Hendren, Mack Broyhil, Charlie Edminsten, W.F. Triplett, A.H. Triplett, T.G. Walsh, Albert Walsh, J.C. Walsh, Doc Church, J.E. Greer Archie Fairchilds, Mr. and Mrs. A.G. Hendren, and about 50 more men and boys. They had 25 dogs. They had a gray fox which Glenn Carlton had ordered. Mr. Carlton had notified all his fox-hunting friends to come and take part in the chase.
The box was turned loose about 4 o’clock. Thirty minutes after all the dogs were turned loose, and the fun should have begun, but the dogs failed to take up the track, and after thoroughly hunting out the woods and surrounding country, Fred Phillips treed or thought he had treed the fox in a sink hole. After securing a mattock and digging for him it was found that Fred had been on a false trail. It seemed that the fox mysteriously disappeared and has never been heard of since.
The strange part of the story is that there were several trained dogs in the pack. One hunter passed through Ferguson about 11 o’clock that night and left word that he was going home, kill his dogs, and coming bac the next morning to kill Col. H.G. Minton’s dogs.
From the front page of The North Wilkesboro Hustler, Nov. 7, 1923
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