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C.W. 'CONVOY' McCall: COMIN' BACK FOR MORE (1999) [STORY OF CANNIBAL: ALFRED 'ALFERD' G. PACKER -- *MUSIC VIDEO] *BEST VID I'VE SEEN ALL YEAR! [::]

C.W. McCall

"Comin' Back for More"
1999

[co-writer: Chip Davis] from

"The Real McCall: An American Storyteller"

Alfred (Alferd) G. Packer

Maneater of Colorado!

(January 21, 1842: Allegheny County, Pa April 23, 1907)

In 1873, Alferd Packer, 31, left with a group of 20 others, Bingham Canyon, UT, near Salt Lake City, into the San Juan Mountains, Colorado to seek wealth mining minerals & gold... the miners soon grew hungry and desperate ...they arrived, Jan., 1874 into Chief Ouray's Ute camp, Colorado, and urged to remain until spring.

On February 9, Packer joined four other prospectors, for Los Piños, a 10-day supply of food for a 75-mile trip.

The doomed men with Packer were:

Shannon Wilson Bell

Israel Swan

James Humphrey

Frank "Reddy" Miller,

and

George "California" Noon

Aside from Packer, that was the last time anyone saw the men alive. Two months passed and Packer emerged alone from the wilderness, April 16. From all appearances, he had killed the others, survived off their meat, and enriched himself with their assets.

August 1874

FOUND PROSPECTORS

half-eaten human remains,
Slumgullion Pass, near Gunnison River, Lake City, CO.

May 8, 1883:

CONFESSION
[Packer gave a second confession, March 16]

Packer's statement

The five men died at various stages of their journey, either from starvation or killed in self-defense from hunger-mad attacks.

Order of Death

1. I.S.
2. J.H.
3. F.M.
4. G.N.

Packer and Bell remained:

"Bell wanted to kill me," Packer confessed, "struck at me with his rifle...." Packer killed him.

Packer's trial began, April 6, 1883, Hinsdale County Courthouse, Lake City, Co. Nine years after he'd emerged from the wilderness, Alfred Packer was convicted [Friday the 13th, April 1883] of premeditated murder --Israel Swan.
Packer was condemned to be hanged by Judge Gerry, whose apocryphal sentencing is excerpted here:

"Stand up yah voracious man-eatin' sonofabitch and receive yir sitince. When yah came to Hinsdale County, there was siven dimmycrats. But you, yah et five of 'em..."

Jailed in Saguache, he escaped , vanishing for several years, until March 11, 1883, Packer was *discovered in Cheyenne, Wyoming living under the alias, John Schwartze. He was tried again and sentenced to 40 years. Through the efforts of the Denver Post, who wanted to exhibit Packer as part of a circus, his conviction was reversed on a technicality, and he was freed in 1901 from Canon City Penitentiary [two of the publishers were shot by attorney, William Anderson, who was finally acquitted; the judge saying, "Your motive was admirable, but your marksmanship abominable"].

Paroled, February 8, 1901, he worked as a guard at the Denver Post.

He died in Deer Creek, Jefferson County, CO, reputedly of

"Senility - trouble & worry"--age 65.

Packer became a vegetarian before his death.

He was buried in Littleton, Colorado.

His grave is marked with a veteran's tombstone.

• Cannibal:
• Alferd Packer Grave:
  6155 South Prince Street, Littleton, CO
  Littleton Cemetery

The Alferd Packer Massacre Site, a remote wilderness in 1874, is now only five minutes south of the Lake City miniature golf course, and a very popular spot with shutterbugs. A big sign directs visitors to the spot, complete with cartoon caricatures of two mountain men, mouths agape in horror and shock as (we are left to imagine) an ax is driven into their skulls. A small rock marks THE spot, complete with a plaque listing the victims. Five tiny white crosses form a defensive line in front of it. Free brochures fill a metal box adjacent to the site, chock full of juicy tidbits about Alferd's ghastly doings.

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There is some debate about the correct spelling of Packer's first name. His gravestone reads "Alfred," and there is an Alfred Packer listed in the census documents of the time. Actually, the story goes that Alfred got a tattoo which had his name. The tattooist misspelled his name "Alferd" and Packer sort of took to it, and used it except for on official documents and such.

• Relics Of Alferd Packer, American Cannibal

• 130 Silver St., Lake City, CO
  

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my new favorite obsession between c.w. McCall, and a video h'm working on about an historical cannibal.

this one, however, i cannot omit thanking ms. j. Aldridge for turning me on.

II.

what she lacks in time to blog for [::] because of her insanely popular:

http://www.seaofshoes@typepad.com

she makes up for, in an equation whereby the difference beween blog a. and blog b. where x equals the number of unique hits and the the blog with the lesser amount of hits is divided into the blog with the greater, and where the result represents the percentage or deficit in a random example day of a. and b. [approx. 100%],

for her inspiration, artfulness and charm.

it is a true honor to lower her carriage step for her egress of the golden carriage, sartorially bejeweled with scepter in glove, and assumes her royal position as figurehead, a metaphor for J. whom calls one's posts in; which as HRH Man Friday, I do not complain, but am only happy to her bidding.

Watch that film about the butlers with the Hannibal lecturing that other older doyenne of British film's, both of whom, i believe won some type of award for their acting in the film which has still not come to me because it is DEFINITELY NOT THE ENGLISH PATIENT...WAIT, maybe it is, no that had ray fines in it and was set in a dessert, but not the one that was OUT of Africa, M I, remember them, what happened to their slow Marsala celluloid. nope, still not there. all i can think of now is Cannibalism and also, about how when i was in eighth grade, me, and everyone else my age what's that? adolescence? were obsessed with the book 'Alive.'
I, perhaps, as exponentially, was mega-(the proper word to indicate, whatever superlative currently does the job, oh, right! sooo)obsessed, and nearly wet my pants when it came out as movie and i got to see people eat people for the first time.

there was no internet, and i'm not old enough to be a first-run b-movie teen; and sadly, only monthly did Key Club God, Guccione, let his publication find it's way, always-bizarrely into my eager young hands, where through textual particulars de le sexe, i am still able to blame and credit both he and Xavier Hooker Hollandaise for any sexual peculiarities AND experteases i may now possess. yes, the art of cunnilingus, was far away.

i'm apparently on the cusp of what is officially the last year in which one can include oneself into the, not unpleasant, except for that movie...oh, shit, where the bb's get together and listen to Motown and sing it in a house, and William hurt is in it...no, this really must stop...i know it from negative reinforcement better than i know my own, something like the something club, no, now I'm thinking breakfast club, okay, ill stop after if get this one out. fuck the other one, what was the other one anyway? good. the...it had a big o horrible soundtrack and the real hardcore baby boozer's/slash/yuppies were way into it and there was huge sucking ensemble of emotive actors emoting and people were drinking wine and singing awful, only through their overkill, Motown and it was named....FEUdk9pu r4tpuf