Bloody Beaver

Frontiersman Hugh Glass was mauled by a grizzly bear in 1823. Left for dead, stripped of his belongs, and covered in maggots, he defied all odds and made a 250-mile journey on foot through hostile territory. But that’s only half the story. On this episode we’re going to talk pirates, we’re going to talk about mountain men and the fur trade, we’re going to talk a whole bunch about Native Americans. And - most importantly – we’re going to talk some Leonardo DiCaprio. Who was Hugh Glass? Where’d he come from? Was he born with the bark on, or did he have to work at it? How many pirate jokes can I fit into one episode? Find out all of this and more on this newest if any of this sounds familiar then you’ve been listening to this podcast for a long time edition of The Wild West Extravaganza! Check out my website for more true tales from the wild west! Contact me!!! Bonus Content Available at Patreon!!! The MeatEater Podcast Ep. 86 – The Meat Tree Part 1 The MeatEater Podcast Ep. 87 – The Meat Tree Part 2 The MeatE

Sergeant Luther James Dorsey was a member of the buffalo soldiers, the all-black cavalry regiments who served on America’s frontier. From the Indian Wars to the Korean war, these men bravely – and against all odds and prejudice – cemented their legacy into the fabric of American History. Check out my website! Check out my patreon for exclusive content! Seattle Times article – Complicated and Controversial Role Buffalo Soldier Links! Buffalo Soldier Museum Conroe Community Cemetery Restoration Project Cemetery Dedication Ceremony - KPRC 2 Luther James Dorsey Bridge Dedication - CW39

In the summer of 1868 Major George A. Forsyth, under orders from General Sheridan, raised a company of fifty "first-class hardy frontiersmen" to seek out and engage hostile Native Americans. These scouts soon found themselves outnumbered and surrounded by hundreds of Cheyenne warriors as they took refuge on a little sandbar in the middle of the Arikaree river. What followed is now known as the battle of Beecher Island. Check out my website for more true stories from the wild west! Subscribe to Patreon for bonus content & to support the show! Contrary - Little Big Man List of Forsyth's Scouts Excerpt from Indian Yell, by Michael Blake - True West Mag Indian Yell: The Heart of an American Insurgency by Michael Blake The Battle of Beecher Island, by George A. Forsyth    

It’s not every day that your boss offers you a hundred and fifty dollars to murder somebody. I think we can all agree that’s not a normal occurrence. But then again, the tough kid wasn’t normal. The real story behind legendary Texas Ranger Frank Hamer's first gunfight, at the age of 16. Check out my website for more true tales from the wild west! Bonus content available on Patreon! Texas Ranger: The Epic Life of Frank Hamer by John Boessnecker Fact Checking Highwaymen: USA Today Frank Hamer vs KKK? Washington Post article by Monica Munoz Martinez Frank Hamer's First Gunfight by Mark Boardman Houston Chronicle Article on Hamer attacking journalist  

Bill Tilghman - the legendary lawman best known for hunting down bad guys in Indian Territory - got his start as a teenaged buffalo hunter on the Kansas frontier. After that he spent years patrolling the tough streets of Dodge City with the likes of Wyatt Earp, Bat Masterson, and Charlie Bassett before moving on to Oklahoma where he did more of the same. Friends with guys like Luke Short and Doc Holliday. Rubbed shoulders with outlaws like Dave Rudabaugh and J.J. Webb, Tilghman wore many hats throughout his life. Senator, husband, father, scout, Rancher, saloon owner, movie producer, actor, and then finally – at the ripe ole age of 70 – Tilghman pinned on a badge yet again to take on the corrupt boom town of Cromwell, Oklahoma. Maybe. Or Maybe not. Join me today as we find out more about the man who - according to Teddy Roosevelt - would charge hell with a bucket. The man who Bat Masterson once said was “the best of all of us” on this newest don’t kill the messenger history is complicated and sometimes our he

Joe Medicine Crow was a mighty war chief amongst his people, the Crow. The Apsáalooke. The Children of the large beak bird. Joe was raised in the traditional way of the Crow and fulfilled all four requirements to become a War Chief of the Crow Nation. The last War Chief. But Joe Medicine Crow was much MUCH more. “With an education, you’re the white man’s equal. Without an education, you’re the white man’s victim” – Joe Medicine Crow Check out my website for more WILD WEST content! Celebrating 100 Years with Dr. Joe Medicine Crow Medicine Crow War Chief Story (Joe Sings) Joe Receives Medal of Freedom

Ned Christie: Ruthless Cherokee outlaw or courageous hero? Murderer or innocent man? If someone had asked me a year ago who Ned Christie was, I’d have probably said he was just another Indian Territory outlaw. In the same vein as Cherokee Bill or Henry Starr. And I don’t think I’m the only person out there with this misconception. Back in the 1970’s Time Life put out a series of books on the old west. And I personally have – in my possession - a copy of the one titled Gunfighters. I’ve had it since I was a wee little lad, and it has seen better days. The pages are no longer bound, they’re all loose and out of order. A testament to the countless hours I spent flipping through its pages when I was a kid.  There are a couple of pictures of Ned Christie in the book. There’s the one when he was still alive - long hair, holding a rifle in one hand, a revolver in the other, and another pistol strapped around his waist.  Looking like an outlaw. And then there’s the other one, where he’s dead. Propped up against a doo

In the spring of 1883, a group of very dangerous men began gathering outside of Dodge City, Kansas. Men with names like Wyatt Earp, Bat Masterson, Shotgun Collins, and Doc Holliday. Killers, all of ‘em. Men familiar with the weight of a revolver in hand and the smell of black powder smoke. They gathered to rally around one man, their compadre who had recently been forced out of town by a crooked mayor and a small army of vigilantes. That man’s name was Luke Short. A cowboy turned scout turned gambler who earned himself quiet the reputation as a man handy with the iron. What events transpired that forced Luke out of the rough cow town of Dodge City? How did he come to be friends with the likes of Wyatt Earp? How short was Luke Short, anyway? And is it true that if you don’t use it, you’ll lose it? Find out all of this and more on this newest “if your gonna get into a gunfight, make damn sure you shoot first” edition of The Wild West Extravaganza! Check out this article via the good folks at Legends Of America

When one thinks of the great judges of Yore, certain names stand out above the rest. Names like Judge Harold T. Stone. Judge Judith Sheindlin. Judges Wapner, Mathis, and Joe Brown. Judge Reinhold, Judge Dredd and Mike Judge all bear remembering. But towering over these colossal judicial minds stands one man, one legend so interwoven into the fabric of modern-day jurisprudence you’d be remise not to pay him homage. And that man’s name was Roy Damn Bean. That’s right - Judge Roy Bean - to be exact. The law west of the Pecos known for serving up both justice as well as tasty beverages from his courtroom/saloon known as the Jersey Lilly located in a little fart of a town in west Texas known as Langtry. All rise! Court is now in session on this newest OVERRULED edition of the Wild West Extravaganza! Visit my website for more true stories from the wild and woolly west. Check out my Patreon for bonus content or to support the podcast. Head on over to my YouTube and hit that subscribe button! Roy Bean's Hanging, an e

"I've labored long and hard for bread, For honor, and for riches, But on my corns too long you've tread, You fine-haired sons of bitches." These are the words of Black Bart, the gentleman bandit who preferred to leave poems at the scene of the crime rather than dead bodies. Black Bart wasn’t a killer and he never really hurt anyone, except maybe for Wells Fargo, who’s stagecoaches he robbed at least 28 times throughout his career, taking thousands of dollars in the process. Black Bart would pay for his crimes by doing a stretch in California’s notorious San Quentin prison and upon his release he vanished. Or did he? Who was the mysterious Black Bart? Where’d he come from? Where did he disappear to? Why did he hate Wells Fargo so much? Check out the website for more true tales from the Old West https://www.wildwestextra.com/   Email me! https://www.wildwestextra.com/contact/   Buy me a coffee! https://www.buymeacoffee.com/wildwest   Free Newsletter! https://wildwestjosh.substack.com/   Join Into History for ad