Running Wolf


I suppose a little explaining is in order.  What exactly is a “Running Wolf?”  Okay, so you probably know about the concept of a wolf and how it can run, but that’s not what this is about.  Running Wolf is the name my Grandmother gave me.  She was supposedly a Muskogee Indian.  I don’t know how much or whatever, but enough that my cousin is running a Native American Corporation and isn’t getting thrown in jail.

I liked the name, so I’ve kept it.  It feels “Indian” enough to make me happy, a nod at my heritage.  I’ve never been to the Muskogee Reservation.  I’ve never even been to Oklahoma.  Doesn’t matter, the Muskogee where unceremoniously booted out of the southeast on the now famous “Trail of Tears.”  My family had married into an Irish Protestant family and were spared the journey, although some of the single men hid out in Arkansas for a decade or so.

History aside, I enjoy writing and hope you enjoy reading my stuff.  I’ve always got an opinion, but haven’t a clue how to get my writing out there in front of people.  If you have an idea, let me know.  I’d love to increase my readership somehow.  Come on, help me stroke my ego.

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10 thoughts on “Running Wolf

  1. I have been a Florida resident for 3 years and I have had great success in finding gators so I figured I would send you a tip or two. You might already know this but the easiest way to find gators is at night. The reason is the reflection from the eyes. It is very unique. They reflect with a reddish tint compared to most animals greenish tint. Just cruise along the water way shining a flashlight beam along the surface and scan it around for those tell-tale eyes. They stand out very brightly aand are unmistakeable.

    Also, make sure the water/ambient air temperature is above 73-74 degrees as the gators pretty much stop hunting. Being cold blooded, below 73-74 degrees they stop being hungry and stop hunting, which is the easiest time time spot them.

    A long mag-lite with a bunch of batteries works great. Don’t worry about the kayak/canoe. a 17 foot slat boat with a trolling motor can get rather close without them going under. I’m sure a kayak or canoe could get much closer.

  2. So i was looking up my family heritage and i found out that I am of Native American decent. I am only a teen but I have always admired the Native American way of life. I wish i had found out sooner that i was of Native decent because i would have started investigating my heritage a lot sooner. I was researching when i found your site. And then I asked my grandfather about our family heritage and he told me that my great-grand father was of Sioux decent and my great-grandmother was of Apache decent ( i don’t know how much though) and we have a little Cherokee in us too (also don’t know how much) . But what really caught my attention was your name (i know that sounds weird) because my grandfather told me that my great-grandmother wanted my mom to name me Tala (meaning Wolf in Sioux) to honor my great-grandfather’s Sioux background (and because my great-grandfather said that i reminded him of a wolf because of the way i looked at him when he held me), but my mom didn’t really take to the name and ended up naming something very common. I was really hoping that i could perhaps get to know the Native american culture a little bit more by researching on the internet but i didn’t really find out anything. So i asked my mom if there was a way we could visit an Apache reservation…..well she didn’t take to that idea either because we don’t have a lot of money and can’t afford the plane ticket. If you know anything more about Native american heritage (any tribe because i admire all of them and the way they lived) please let me know because i would love to hear stories or facts! And i hope you don’t mind me using the name Tala on this reply because the only way i could get my mom to agree to me posting is if i didn’t use my real name…..sorry >.<

    • Tala, a pleasure to meet you!!

      My grandmother named me Running Wolf. It’s a misnomer, I should have been named sleepy bear, but hey! Most kids don’t live up to their given names. My Christian name means “soldier of God” and I’m somewhat agnostic.

      As for native American cultures, that’s a hodgepodge. The life of a Creek is vastly different than the life of an apache. And modern Creek culture bears almost zero resemblance to Creek culture of 1800.

      You’ll have a hard time finding facts about native cultures anywhere. Almost universally the history was oral. Instead I encourage you to read up on White/Native interactions. Such as the Removal, or Trail of Tears. Keep in mind you are only getting one side of the story.

      Another interesting peak into native people would be to read anything you can on the expedition of Lewis and Clark. They were among the first Europeans to contact many of the people’s they met.

      You didn’t say where you were from, but I’d imagine if you looked around a bit you’d find a local powwow nearby. Just remember they are reenactments not real. Think Native American Renn Faire.

  3. Well, my dear, you’ve expressed yourself quite well, and I look forward to more! I’m Native American as well, my father’s grandmother was 100% Cherokee; and, I take after daddy where Alicia got the Dutch/Irish from our mother.

    Recently, meaning in the last couple of years, my faith, life, entire being has been challenged, ok let’s call it over a decade or more. 😉 My father has always called me “Tiger,” and he will until he draws his last breath. My epiphany came as he & I struggled together through my heart surgeries and caring for my mother. I asked him to verify if my thoughts were correct, and they were spot on. The moniker began at birth, through many surgeries, illnesses, etc. Having it engrained from such a young age had moulded my life in ways I’d never have the courage it brought. His calling me Tiger was & is his way of helping me battle through very challenging times with the strength and grace Tigers exhibit.

    It’s my opinion your Grandmother did the same for you. Think how your life might have turned out if she’d actually called you “Sleepy Bear?” Just a thought…

    • I really don’t care what your someone else is. I don’t even know what you mean by this message. Care to explain? Why would anyone care that they have the same last name as me? Are you implying that I’m using a pseudonym? Are you implying that this “Someone” is going to sue me because we have the same name?

      More importantly, are you the piece of shit that convinced Bill that I was Lynn? Because not 24 hours after you called me Lynn on Twitter, Bill is calling me Lynn here. And you’re both stupid for even thinking that. Did you bother looking past the last two weeks on this blog? Are you mentally deficient in some way? I ask, because that’s a better answer than you’re just too lazy to take a small peak at just this blog and realize how amazingly stupid such a thing is. So which is it, stupid or lazy? You’ve no problems commenting here about me, my last name, and whatnot, but what about you? Who the fuck are you? Why is your wordpress private? What are you hiding inside that either stupid or lazy head?

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  5. Mr. Running Wolf, I was adopted when I was still less than a year old, by white people. Back in the early 1960’s the reservation didn’t issue birth certificates to infants born during in home births. Which apparently is what I was. If I had been born at a traditional hospital then I may have been provided with a birth certificate, but I really have no idea for sure. The Sioux had different beliefs back then I am sure. I do know that they are still fighting twit the DC to prevent any further native american children from being taken from the tribe and being forced to live in the white man’s world.
    But back to the reason I am writing, right before my adopted mother passed away, she finally told me what my true name was…. that way I could rectify an injustice from to many moons past….. i was finally able to shed my slave name that the white man gave me…. and restore my true name that was my Sioux name…. and what you see posted here now…. As far as I knew, My only other blood relative I had was my son. I am desperately seeking ANY information on any other possible relatives that I could possibly have.
    So, if you could please share any information that you may have or come across, I would greatly appreciate it.

    John Running Wolf

    • Sorry, won’t be much help. I’m Muskogee and Running Wolf is not a surname, it is my name. My father was Sitting Wolf and his mother was Crying Tree. I’m much more familiar with my Malone heritage than my Muskogee heritage.

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