Reverend,
Got myself murdered by three brothers,
white trash, who died in the pen two years ago.
And not by the prison but by the inmates.
And I put them there.
White trash who poisoned and gut shot all my hounds,
which I had raised from pups,
There picture is on my website,
two of them, there were seven in all.
jacksknifeshop.tripod.com
I ate with them and slept with them,
for 11 years, I loved them,
$186.00 worth of fur in one night!
Six coon and a Bobcat.
They were in Full Cry twice!
They were all killed horribly,
in their pens and on my property,
just to hurt me,
well it did.
I didn't even know these guys.
The Sheriff said:
"Those Hall boys are going to kill all your hounds,
and they are going to try to kill you."
"We know this is going to happen
all we don't know is when. "
I mean would you believe that ****?
They were watching them though,
I was in Denver selling roofs, 1989.
My hounds were all at home and my old girlfriend lived there and took care of them.
$200,000 worth of roofing sold in 7.5 months at 9% commision and everything was good.
We were going hunting up in the rockys and kill us a bear or lion before we were too old.
I got a call and learned Suemay had died in her pen alone in the middle of hunting season. I thought she had died of a broken heart.
left $10,000 on the books and came home the next day.
Never got paid but I didn't care.
Katy may died 3 weeks later,
and Cotton Joe died 3 months later,
got all skinny and died.
I went on a drunk for 12 years till one night I was coming home on my Yamaha 850 triple and then I woke up and I was in this bed,
and it wasn't mine.
The Lancaster police dept. reported me dead that morning,
no pulse no heartbeat, dead.
And I went to the hospital in a helicopter.
I survived three neck vertabre broken,
and laying in a ditch all night with a crushed shoulder,
coma 5 weeks and recovery ???
The Sheriffs deputys told me about the Hall brothers:
Jack, " Those people down in huntsville, {Texas prison,}
are the scum of the earth,
the worst of the worst
and the lowest of the low.
They have their own society.
But they won't put up with those Hall boys.
Raping children,
burning their neighbors houses,
and poisoning coon dogs,
The Deputy looked down for a long time
and just shuddered,
they'll kill them,
they won't last a year.
I didn't want any reward just to be left alone.
I loved my hounds.
Was it hate?
J. Winters Knife
Published Poet
and Killer of white men
