Memory Tracks In the South Bexar County Brush Country
Bernard Pyron
In the thirties and early forties the South Bexar county area around
Somerset was cowboy country. I can remember when working cowboys would
come to town on Saturdays and some would hang out in
Will Kenney's store. Many kept their chaps and spurs on and I remember
the jingle of their spurs. Billy Kenney, the oldest grandchild of
A.M. Pyron, dressed like a working cowboy, which he was along with
other things, when he worked cattle. He bought cattle in the area and
took them to the San Antonio
stock yards to sell in a large truck. He wore a huge western hat, boots
and chaps. No six shooter though. However, Patricia, his daughter,
said that he
used his six shooter once when robbers tried to rob his father, and she
said he took it with him when he went out to see the robbery of the
Somerset bank in 1933. So, Ol Billy had one, but didn't wear it like
Jessie James
did. I remember being in the Model A parked along the sidewalk in front of
the Kenney store and Daddy was in front of the store talking to Jessie
James, who did have his six shooter on. Billy Kenney, my first
cousin, lived into his
nineties.
Jessie, the cousin of Luther James, was connected to those with roots in
the settlement of Old Bexar, even though Jessie sometimes stole cattle. My
mother
used to tell the story of how she had her class in the Old Bexar School
sometime around 1914 write an essay on what they wanted to be when they
grew up. Jessie James wrote that he wanted to become a notorious
desperado. On September 14, 1942 Jesse Garfield James was shot dead by
George Leonard in the coal mines not far from where he went to school at
Old Bexar Patricia Kenney Anderson said her father used to take food to
Jessie's wife, Clara Muriel McCoy James, when Jessie was in
jail. This Jessie James was born in 1897 in South Bexar county, Texas.
A newspaper article of November 18, 1933, from the Lubbock Morning
Avalanche on the
second robbery of the Somerset State Bank mentioned that Dr. T.P. Ware was
held hostage inside the bank by the two robbers who went inside. There
were three country doctors associated with Somerset, R.B. Touchstone, D.E.
Hilton and T.P. Ware. I only remember Dr Ware who was in Poteet when I
remember him. But he assisted in the birth of a great many Somerset people
from who knows when, from 1920 to the late thirties at least,
including the last of the Blake and Mable Pyron four children.
Not much is known now about those country doctors, especially the ones in
the West, and Somerset, being SW of San Antonio is in the official West,
which is defined as anything west of the 98th meridian by Walter Prescott
Webb in his 1931 book The Great Planes. The 98th meridian runs east of San
Antonio and I am not sure exactly where, maybe 30 or 40 miles east. The
98th meridian as the dividing line is based on the abrupt drop of yearly
rainfall from east of it to west of it. It marks the beginning of the Great
Planes landscape type in Texas, even though the northern part of the Brush
Country. has a lot of trees and the Hill Country is not like planes.
Apparently what is called Allopathic Medicine, which is practice restricted
to the use of drugs and surgery, spread West from the urban centers of the
East Coast during the first four decades of the 20th century - and replaced
the country doctors who didn't do much operating. Hospitals also spread
Westward with Allopathic Medicine from about 1920 to 1940. The country
doctors, Patricia said, did a little vaccinating, but not the massive
amounts that Allopathic Doctors do now on very young children. Patricia
was a nurse. The country doctors didn't circumcise, a practice which grew
after hospitals and Allopathic Medicine came to the rural and small town
West, that is, the Great Planes. California, Oregon and Washington and
maybe Nevada and Utah are a different culture from the Great Planes West.
Dr. Touchstone was associated with A.M. Pyron in the First Town Site Company
and was likely a shareholder as well as on the board. Dr D.E. Hilton was
the first husband of my aunt Ida, and Patricia says she divorced him. She
says Hilton and Touchstone once operated out of the same office. She also
said that Dr Ware had his Somerset office either in the back of the Tom
Kenney Store or in that area where the drug store was also located. I am
not sure I remember that office, but maybe have a very faint memory of it.
Ware ran a small hospital in Poteet, but when he operated out of Somerset,
there was no hospital except in San Antonio.
Uncle Casey's name was William Milton Pyron. He was called "Casey"
from the time when he and my
father Blake Pyron played baseball. Uncle Casey got the lumber yard
from Healer, who used to live right across Dixon Road from Uncle
Casey's and Grandmother's house. I knew both Healer children.
Barbara was older than me about a year and Warren was in
the high school class right behind me. Warren either hung around the
lumber yard after Uncle Casey took it over, or worked for Uncle Casey.
Uncle Casey turned Warren on to running hounds after coyotes.
Casey Pyron was a hound dog man in the twenties and thirties, along
with my father, my older brother George, John McCain, Luther James,
the father of Bill James, Robert Baucom, the South San Antonio
Baptist preacher, Elgin Kilborn, and a man who didn't have hounds,
Woods.
Webb McCain, son of John McCain, who married Particia Kenney, was also a
coyote hunter and hunted in the forties. Warren Healer had a pack of
hounds at least in the late fifties and early sixties. Once when my
wife and I were home from Wisconsin for Christmas, I think in 1961, I
went on a hunt with Warren Healer, Uncle Casey, and George. We first
camped north of Old Bexar, Luther James' hunting grounds and then
moved down south of Old Bexar and camped on a narrow dirt road about
two miles SW of Somerset. George went to sleep on the ground beside
the camp fire, but woke up suddenly when a coyote yelped up he road and
ran toward it apparently to locate it for the dogs out in the brush
looking for a trail.
See the photo at the bottom of this page of the coyote hounds of Blake and George Pyron
taken in about 1938. In the late thirties, they usually had at least twenty hounds.
In the forties about the time I was a sophomore or junior in high
school I went with my father on coyote hunts, almost always south of
the Old Box Schoolhouse, toward Atascosa Creek. John McCain then had
the pack of dogs, Daddy didn't have dogs then.
The Old Box Schoolhouse was not in the Black Jacks. But the Black
Jacks were a stretch
of sandy land with post oaks, live oaks, hickory trees which began a
mile of two into Atascosa
county out of the county line with Bexar county, about a mile south of Somerset.
I don't know the modern names of those roads down toward the Black
Jacks. But then you would go south on the paved Somerset road to
where Ed Eaves lived and turn right on the main dirt road that ran
east and west a couple of hundred yards beyond the end of Somerset
Road, and go maybe two miles west where there was an old school
building on the south side of the road. There was a narrow one lane
dirt road just east of the old school house that ran south toward
Atascosa Creek. We drove a mile or two down that road and usually
camped in an area of live oaks. That area was pretty unsettled in the
forties.
J. Frank Dobie used to write about the brasada, the South Texas Brush
Country. He came up out of Live Oak county, South of Somerset, and was
once a real foreman on a large ranch, his uncles'. A "brasadero" would be
"un hombre de la brasada." But I know of no one in South Bexar county who
ever used that term. Once, when I was visiting some friends in Delaware,
Ohio, near Columbus, a brother of the friend who was an Hispanic from New
Mexico, who had died, was there with his wife from Spain. I asked her once
what the Spanish would mean by the term "brasadero." She said it was a day
worker. Apparently a thicket man in Spanish might be "un hombre de
espesura." Those of us who lived just outside of Somerset or farther
away, but not in the Black Jacks, were men of the thicket.
The Black Jacks were always interesting to me as a boy. At that time there
were no paved roads down there, and it was not very settled. My Father and
George and others often camped at night down there while their hounds ran
coyotes. I remember that on Sundays after Daddy came home from a hunt that
usually lasted almost all night, we would drive back down there in the
Model A, looking for dogs that had not come back to camp at the end of the
last chase, to the call of the horn.
Then, just after World War II, George and his brother in law, Roy Kurz,
father of the "horse," or R.G. Kurz, of the 1957 Somerset Bulldog
football team, went around buying up crops on the
ground. They would buy mostly produce that we could take to the outdoor
market in San Antonio and sell ourselves. That was real farmer to consumer
business. Many of the crops of watermelons, cantaloupes or tomatoes they
bought were down in the Black Jacks. George and Roy bought an old Model A
truck we used to haul produce out of the Black Jacks to market in San
Antonio in 1946, and 1947 maybe, but especially in the summer of 1946. I
got to drive it sometimes. I remember one time when we had a big load of
watermelons or cantaloupes in the old Model A. George was driving north
on a narrow sandy road, and Daddy and i were in the back on the load. I
got out and ran alongside the truck because George was going so slow. I
have fond memories of that period.
One of the events in the history of the Somerset, Texas areas was the
robberies of the Somerset First State Bank. I found a newspaper
article describing one robbery in 1933 and another than mentioned an
earlier robbery in the summer of 1933. Sometime after 1933 the
Somerset Bank went out of business. When I was about 7 to 10 or so,
there was a restaurant on the south side
of the Bank Building. The Post Office was in the north section.
Every morning when
I left for school, walking, my mother would give me one Indian Head silver
nickel to buy a big Texas hamburger, with lots of meat from Daddy's meat
market in Will Kenney's store, lettuce. tomatoes and onions, and a glass of
milk. If I lost the nickel playing on the school ground, I either didn't
eat lunch or I had to walk home for lunch. At one time in the forties there was
also a roller skating rink in back of the old Bank building.
My father Blake Pyron, Frank Hoffman, the Hoffman
father, James Box, the High School Superintendent then, myself, Glenn
Hoffman, and James Box Jr, my age, all went on a fishing trip to
Devil's Lake in the summer of 1947. In the fall of 1947 I went out
for football on the Somerset Bulldogs team then coached by the Superintendent
James Box. He didn't let me play, and so I dropped out.
But by the fall of 1948, which was to be my senior year, a local guy,
Bill James, took
over as the Superintendent of the Somerset School and he hired Ray
Martin as coach. Martin put me in the line as the starting left
tackle.
For some reason I can remember more of the specifics of the 1948
Somerset Junior versus Senior football game that I can remember the
regular season games we played against other High Schools. Because
our senior class was unusually small we had only four seniors who were
on the starting line up for the football team. The Juniors and
Sophomores together always played the seniors and
Freshmen. Since there were no Freshmen, that I can remember, on the
football team, we were obviously short on players. I got Lamar Miller
and Melvin Schupp to suit up and play for us, though Lamar had no
experience at all in playing football, and Melvin had gone out
for football one year as a substitute and didn't play much. That was
back when the Superintendent, James Box, was also the football coach.
In 1948 we had a real football coach, Martin.
The four seniors, including myself, all played in the backfield.
Charlie Guzman, the regular fullback, ran the team, and he was our
best player. We also had in the backfield Joe Rodriguez, who had been
our left guard, in the line, and David Casais, our right end. I had
been the starting left tackle, also a lineman. Our big problem was
that the Junior-Sophomore line was made up of many regular Somerset
linemen, so that our Freshmen lineman who had never played football
before and Melvin at center and Lamar also in the line, were no match
at all for them. Which meant we could not run plays through the line;
all our plays had to be end runs, Rodreiquiz, myself and Casais were
pretty fast.
And they had Glenn Hoffman and Roger Huizar, the outstanding little
Somerset halfback, who weighed about 135 pounds, in their backfield.
Glenn and Roger could easily get through our line and we as
linebackers and guys back on safety. had to do almost all the tackling. We got
tired and Ol Roger kept coming. He was an expert at squirming about
sidestepping and dodging tacklers. He scored the one touchdown they
made that way and got in the same way for the extra point. We only
scored one touchdown, probably by Guzmann. They beat us 7 to 6.
I found a site that gives the game scores for many years and looked at
the 1956 and 1957 seasons and compared them to our 1948 season when I
was the left tackle. We were beaten by Sabinal and by Bandera. The
lone Star Football.net site has the score in the Bandera game wrong,
they beat us 7 to 6, not 12 to 6. I have it written down on the game
program. We didn;t have a kicker on the team who could kick extra
points. We usually ran Roger Huizar for the extra point and after not
being able to get a hand on him on several long gains, the opposing
teams ganged up on him. Martin had specialized in making touchdowns on
the first play of the game to demoralize the other team. Roger was
the guy who carried the ball over tackle that worked at least for many
games.
http://lonestarfootball.net/team.asp?action=schedule&T=1571&S=1956&GUID=7344872355
Somerset Bulldogs:1956: 8-2-0
http://lonestarfootball.net/team.asp?action=schedule&T=1571&S=1957&GUID=4437174797
Somerset Bulldogs 1957: 9-1-1
http://lonestarfootball.net/team.asp?action=schedule&T=1571&S=1948&GUID=9032594561
Somerset Bulldogs: 1948: 8-2-0
The season record of 8-2-0 means that the 1948 Somerset Bulldogs won
eight games, lost two games and did not tie any team.
For the 1956-57 Somerset Bulldogs, Fay Martin, brother of Ray, was the head coach.
In 1948 Coach Ray Martin developed and had us practice again and again
a play over tackle with Roger Huizar carrying the ball, designed to
make a touchdown on our first play of the game to discourage the
opposing team. It worked in several games. Usually I was on the
ground after Roger went through the line and I might see him running
down field, dodging tackles right and left, and then going over the
goal line. He was not the fastest guy on the team, but in open field
he was very hard to get a hand on because he could turn quickly and
dodge tacklers.
Bernard Pyron
In the thirties and early forties the South Bexar county area around
Somerset was cowboy country. I can remember when working cowboys would
come to town on Saturdays and some would hang out in
Will Kenney's store. Many kept their chaps and spurs on and I remember
the jingle of their spurs. Billy Kenney, the oldest grandchild of
A.M. Pyron, dressed like a working cowboy, which he was along with
other things, when he worked cattle. He bought cattle in the area and
took them to the San Antonio
stock yards to sell in a large truck. He wore a huge western hat, boots
and chaps. No six shooter though. However, Patricia, his daughter,
said that he
used his six shooter once when robbers tried to rob his father, and she
said he took it with him when he went out to see the robbery of the
Somerset bank in 1933. So, Ol Billy had one, but didn't wear it like
Jessie James
did. I remember being in the Model A parked along the sidewalk in front of
the Kenney store and Daddy was in front of the store talking to Jessie
James, who did have his six shooter on. Billy Kenney, my first
cousin, lived into his
nineties.
Jessie, the cousin of Luther James, was connected to those with roots in
the settlement of Old Bexar, even though Jessie sometimes stole cattle. My
mother
used to tell the story of how she had her class in the Old Bexar School
sometime around 1914 write an essay on what they wanted to be when they
grew up. Jessie James wrote that he wanted to become a notorious
desperado. On September 14, 1942 Jesse Garfield James was shot dead by
George Leonard in the coal mines not far from where he went to school at
Old Bexar Patricia Kenney Anderson said her father used to take food to
Jessie's wife, Clara Muriel McCoy James, when Jessie was in
jail. This Jessie James was born in 1897 in South Bexar county, Texas.
A newspaper article of November 18, 1933, from the Lubbock Morning
Avalanche on the
second robbery of the Somerset State Bank mentioned that Dr. T.P. Ware was
held hostage inside the bank by the two robbers who went inside. There
were three country doctors associated with Somerset, R.B. Touchstone, D.E.
Hilton and T.P. Ware. I only remember Dr Ware who was in Poteet when I
remember him. But he assisted in the birth of a great many Somerset people
from who knows when, from 1920 to the late thirties at least,
including the last of the Blake and Mable Pyron four children.
Not much is known now about those country doctors, especially the ones in
the West, and Somerset, being SW of San Antonio is in the official West,
which is defined as anything west of the 98th meridian by Walter Prescott
Webb in his 1931 book The Great Planes. The 98th meridian runs east of San
Antonio and I am not sure exactly where, maybe 30 or 40 miles east. The
98th meridian as the dividing line is based on the abrupt drop of yearly
rainfall from east of it to west of it. It marks the beginning of the Great
Planes landscape type in Texas, even though the northern part of the Brush
Country. has a lot of trees and the Hill Country is not like planes.
Apparently what is called Allopathic Medicine, which is practice restricted
to the use of drugs and surgery, spread West from the urban centers of the
East Coast during the first four decades of the 20th century - and replaced
the country doctors who didn't do much operating. Hospitals also spread
Westward with Allopathic Medicine from about 1920 to 1940. The country
doctors, Patricia said, did a little vaccinating, but not the massive
amounts that Allopathic Doctors do now on very young children. Patricia
was a nurse. The country doctors didn't circumcise, a practice which grew
after hospitals and Allopathic Medicine came to the rural and small town
West, that is, the Great Planes. California, Oregon and Washington and
maybe Nevada and Utah are a different culture from the Great Planes West.
Dr. Touchstone was associated with A.M. Pyron in the First Town Site Company
and was likely a shareholder as well as on the board. Dr D.E. Hilton was
the first husband of my aunt Ida, and Patricia says she divorced him. She
says Hilton and Touchstone once operated out of the same office. She also
said that Dr Ware had his Somerset office either in the back of the Tom
Kenney Store or in that area where the drug store was also located. I am
not sure I remember that office, but maybe have a very faint memory of it.
Ware ran a small hospital in Poteet, but when he operated out of Somerset,
there was no hospital except in San Antonio.
Uncle Casey's name was William Milton Pyron. He was called "Casey"
from the time when he and my
father Blake Pyron played baseball. Uncle Casey got the lumber yard
from Healer, who used to live right across Dixon Road from Uncle
Casey's and Grandmother's house. I knew both Healer children.
Barbara was older than me about a year and Warren was in
the high school class right behind me. Warren either hung around the
lumber yard after Uncle Casey took it over, or worked for Uncle Casey.
Uncle Casey turned Warren on to running hounds after coyotes.
Casey Pyron was a hound dog man in the twenties and thirties, along
with my father, my older brother George, John McCain, Luther James,
the father of Bill James, Robert Baucom, the South San Antonio
Baptist preacher, Elgin Kilborn, and a man who didn't have hounds,
Woods.
Webb McCain, son of John McCain, who married Particia Kenney, was also a
coyote hunter and hunted in the forties. Warren Healer had a pack of
hounds at least in the late fifties and early sixties. Once when my
wife and I were home from Wisconsin for Christmas, I think in 1961, I
went on a hunt with Warren Healer, Uncle Casey, and George. We first
camped north of Old Bexar, Luther James' hunting grounds and then
moved down south of Old Bexar and camped on a narrow dirt road about
two miles SW of Somerset. George went to sleep on the ground beside
the camp fire, but woke up suddenly when a coyote yelped up he road and
ran toward it apparently to locate it for the dogs out in the brush
looking for a trail.
See the photo at the bottom of this page of the coyote hounds of Blake and George Pyron
taken in about 1938. In the late thirties, they usually had at least twenty hounds.
In the forties about the time I was a sophomore or junior in high
school I went with my father on coyote hunts, almost always south of
the Old Box Schoolhouse, toward Atascosa Creek. John McCain then had
the pack of dogs, Daddy didn't have dogs then.
The Old Box Schoolhouse was not in the Black Jacks. But the Black
Jacks were a stretch
of sandy land with post oaks, live oaks, hickory trees which began a
mile of two into Atascosa
county out of the county line with Bexar county, about a mile south of Somerset.
I don't know the modern names of those roads down toward the Black
Jacks. But then you would go south on the paved Somerset road to
where Ed Eaves lived and turn right on the main dirt road that ran
east and west a couple of hundred yards beyond the end of Somerset
Road, and go maybe two miles west where there was an old school
building on the south side of the road. There was a narrow one lane
dirt road just east of the old school house that ran south toward
Atascosa Creek. We drove a mile or two down that road and usually
camped in an area of live oaks. That area was pretty unsettled in the
forties.
J. Frank Dobie used to write about the brasada, the South Texas Brush
Country. He came up out of Live Oak county, South of Somerset, and was
once a real foreman on a large ranch, his uncles'. A "brasadero" would be
"un hombre de la brasada." But I know of no one in South Bexar county who
ever used that term. Once, when I was visiting some friends in Delaware,
Ohio, near Columbus, a brother of the friend who was an Hispanic from New
Mexico, who had died, was there with his wife from Spain. I asked her once
what the Spanish would mean by the term "brasadero." She said it was a day
worker. Apparently a thicket man in Spanish might be "un hombre de
espesura." Those of us who lived just outside of Somerset or farther
away, but not in the Black Jacks, were men of the thicket.
The Black Jacks were always interesting to me as a boy. At that time there
were no paved roads down there, and it was not very settled. My Father and
George and others often camped at night down there while their hounds ran
coyotes. I remember that on Sundays after Daddy came home from a hunt that
usually lasted almost all night, we would drive back down there in the
Model A, looking for dogs that had not come back to camp at the end of the
last chase, to the call of the horn.
Then, just after World War II, George and his brother in law, Roy Kurz,
father of the "horse," or R.G. Kurz, of the 1957 Somerset Bulldog
football team, went around buying up crops on the
ground. They would buy mostly produce that we could take to the outdoor
market in San Antonio and sell ourselves. That was real farmer to consumer
business. Many of the crops of watermelons, cantaloupes or tomatoes they
bought were down in the Black Jacks. George and Roy bought an old Model A
truck we used to haul produce out of the Black Jacks to market in San
Antonio in 1946, and 1947 maybe, but especially in the summer of 1946. I
got to drive it sometimes. I remember one time when we had a big load of
watermelons or cantaloupes in the old Model A. George was driving north
on a narrow sandy road, and Daddy and i were in the back on the load. I
got out and ran alongside the truck because George was going so slow. I
have fond memories of that period.
One of the events in the history of the Somerset, Texas areas was the
robberies of the Somerset First State Bank. I found a newspaper
article describing one robbery in 1933 and another than mentioned an
earlier robbery in the summer of 1933. Sometime after 1933 the
Somerset Bank went out of business. When I was about 7 to 10 or so,
there was a restaurant on the south side
of the Bank Building. The Post Office was in the north section.
Every morning when
I left for school, walking, my mother would give me one Indian Head silver
nickel to buy a big Texas hamburger, with lots of meat from Daddy's meat
market in Will Kenney's store, lettuce. tomatoes and onions, and a glass of
milk. If I lost the nickel playing on the school ground, I either didn't
eat lunch or I had to walk home for lunch. At one time in the forties there was
also a roller skating rink in back of the old Bank building.
My father Blake Pyron, Frank Hoffman, the Hoffman
father, James Box, the High School Superintendent then, myself, Glenn
Hoffman, and James Box Jr, my age, all went on a fishing trip to
Devil's Lake in the summer of 1947. In the fall of 1947 I went out
for football on the Somerset Bulldogs team then coached by the Superintendent
James Box. He didn't let me play, and so I dropped out.
But by the fall of 1948, which was to be my senior year, a local guy,
Bill James, took
over as the Superintendent of the Somerset School and he hired Ray
Martin as coach. Martin put me in the line as the starting left
tackle.
For some reason I can remember more of the specifics of the 1948
Somerset Junior versus Senior football game that I can remember the
regular season games we played against other High Schools. Because
our senior class was unusually small we had only four seniors who were
on the starting line up for the football team. The Juniors and
Sophomores together always played the seniors and
Freshmen. Since there were no Freshmen, that I can remember, on the
football team, we were obviously short on players. I got Lamar Miller
and Melvin Schupp to suit up and play for us, though Lamar had no
experience at all in playing football, and Melvin had gone out
for football one year as a substitute and didn't play much. That was
back when the Superintendent, James Box, was also the football coach.
In 1948 we had a real football coach, Martin.
The four seniors, including myself, all played in the backfield.
Charlie Guzman, the regular fullback, ran the team, and he was our
best player. We also had in the backfield Joe Rodriguez, who had been
our left guard, in the line, and David Casais, our right end. I had
been the starting left tackle, also a lineman. Our big problem was
that the Junior-Sophomore line was made up of many regular Somerset
linemen, so that our Freshmen lineman who had never played football
before and Melvin at center and Lamar also in the line, were no match
at all for them. Which meant we could not run plays through the line;
all our plays had to be end runs, Rodreiquiz, myself and Casais were
pretty fast.
And they had Glenn Hoffman and Roger Huizar, the outstanding little
Somerset halfback, who weighed about 135 pounds, in their backfield.
Glenn and Roger could easily get through our line and we as
linebackers and guys back on safety. had to do almost all the tackling. We got
tired and Ol Roger kept coming. He was an expert at squirming about
sidestepping and dodging tacklers. He scored the one touchdown they
made that way and got in the same way for the extra point. We only
scored one touchdown, probably by Guzmann. They beat us 7 to 6.
I found a site that gives the game scores for many years and looked at
the 1956 and 1957 seasons and compared them to our 1948 season when I
was the left tackle. We were beaten by Sabinal and by Bandera. The
lone Star Football.net site has the score in the Bandera game wrong,
they beat us 7 to 6, not 12 to 6. I have it written down on the game
program. We didn;t have a kicker on the team who could kick extra
points. We usually ran Roger Huizar for the extra point and after not
being able to get a hand on him on several long gains, the opposing
teams ganged up on him. Martin had specialized in making touchdowns on
the first play of the game to demoralize the other team. Roger was
the guy who carried the ball over tackle that worked at least for many
games.
http://lonestarfootball.net/team.asp?action=schedule&T=1571&S=1956&GUID=7344872355
Somerset Bulldogs:1956: 8-2-0
http://lonestarfootball.net/team.asp?action=schedule&T=1571&S=1957&GUID=4437174797
Somerset Bulldogs 1957: 9-1-1
http://lonestarfootball.net/team.asp?action=schedule&T=1571&S=1948&GUID=9032594561
Somerset Bulldogs: 1948: 8-2-0
The season record of 8-2-0 means that the 1948 Somerset Bulldogs won
eight games, lost two games and did not tie any team.
For the 1956-57 Somerset Bulldogs, Fay Martin, brother of Ray, was the head coach.
In 1948 Coach Ray Martin developed and had us practice again and again
a play over tackle with Roger Huizar carrying the ball, designed to
make a touchdown on our first play of the game to discourage the
opposing team. It worked in several games. Usually I was on the
ground after Roger went through the line and I might see him running
down field, dodging tackles right and left, and then going over the
goal line. He was not the fastest guy on the team, but in open field
he was very hard to get a hand on because he could turn quickly and
dodge tacklers.
Above, Pyron Coyote Hounds, In About 1938
Above, Pyron Hounds In the Pen Just South of the Cowpen
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