348 S Main St, Camp Verde, AZ, US
Capacity: 88 Age Limit: 21
Bio: If you got something special, we want to hear it. If your passionate about something we want to feel. If you got faith in your abilities than prove it at The Horn Saloon. Up for being a part of Arizona history? The Horn Saloon was Camp Verde’s local historic bar. It is the center of many interesting and controversial tales. The characters and stories that are featured in its history epitomized the great saloons of the west. The original Horn Saloon was located on Copper Canyon about six miles from Fort Verde. Today, all that is left in the canyon are scattered bricks. And after over 130 years, the incomplete story of William and Anna Marie Horn still runs as deep as the canyon where their saloon was constructed. We present to you the legend of the original Horn Saloon and the exciting lifestyles of the bar’s boisterous owners: William Horn was a tall, lanky man with scraggly brown hair and had emigrated from Prussia. It is speculated that he was a union soldier coming to the west at the end of the war in 1865. His wife, Anna Marie Horn, was a stout woman. She was 5'2" and weighed over 300 lbs. Because of her great size, the town knew her as “Horn a-plenty.” The Horn Saloon was established sometime in the 1870’s just outside of the Camp Verde’s military reservation. Soldiers were prohibited from drinking on the military base, so Mr. and Mrs. Horn strategically constructed their bar just on the edge of the fort to cater to those in need of relaxation and folly. The saloon consisted of three rooms: The bar room, the game room and Mrs. Horn’s bedroom. The building served those in need of a drink, a gamble or other kinds of recreational services. The Horn Saloon was a good refuge from the stresses of the enlisted life, but the brave men were still at risk when they entered the Saloon. While warm beer served in crockery was the staple drink offered, the Horn Saloon was also famous for the whiskey of an unknown origin that was known as “downright dangerous.” Another hazard that visitors of the saloon faced was the threat of a drunken ruckus. William Horn was rumored to be a frequent belligerent drunk. It was reported that on Easter Sunday, April 10, 1898, Horn and a regular customer, Charles Ryall, got into a brawl over a bottle of the Saloon’s infamous whiskey. Ryall tried to take it home, but Horn would not permit it. The small argument escalated into a weapon-wielding fight, Ryall attacked Horn with a club and then Horn shot him down. Ryall died instantly on the dirt floor of the saloon. Later, when Horn was charged with murder, he was found not guilty; a classic example of justice in the Wild West. Anna Marie Horn also had a liking to the bottle, and would wander around town frequently in an inebriated state. During the winter, she was known to wear her prized 100-pound fitted buffalo hide coat; an item that would later contribute to her demise. On an exceptionally wintery day, Mrs. Horn was coming back from the Wingfield Store when she tripped and fell into the Woods irrigation ditch, now known as the Verde ditch. Unfortunately for the “Horn A-Plenty,” she drowned in 3 inches of water. The combination of her 300 lbs. and the soaked buffalo hide coat required all of the available men and boys in the town to remove her from the ditch, but regrettably they were unable to save her in time. The rest of the history of the Horns is left solely to one’s imagination. If you listen closely to the winds along the canyon walls and through the sagebrush, another tale will surely emerge. After a sweet libation or two, all will feel a close connection to The Horns at the newly reopened Horn Saloon.