I use to hunt, with an old fella named Robert, among the hills and along the banks of the Meremac River, here in the Ozarks. I was always amazed at how that old fella, he was in his 60's, could not only cover ground but could stand in the pitch black night, hear the dogs, which seemed a mile away :huh: , and tell you right where they were, right down to which tree it seemed. :blink: I'll never forget the night a young Blue Tick, he'd just got, treed a possum. I never new that old man to cuss but he sure had a few choice words for that particular hound that night. :yes: :lol: He took a lot of pride in his Coon Hounds and treeing possums was not in their job discription. :no: Any type of hunting has it's apeal but I think you all will agree that there's something extra special about coon hunting with good hounds. Gives me goose bumps just thinking about it. Throw in a youngun or two to introduce them to hunting and you've one sure fire magical recipe. I can still see that spark, and far away look, in my son's eye when ever the subject of coon hunting pops up. I remember Robert breeding a Black and Tan with some breed of Bull Dog once. He wanted a dog that not only would hunt coons but could hold it's own in a fight with coyotes too, which were a real problem back then. Talk about hounds with an attitude. :rolleyes: :lol: :rofl: :rofl: Got a couple good dogs out of the exsperiment but the others were dumb as a bag of hammers and twice as hard headed. :lol: Did keep the coyotes in check though. :yes:
Edited by Spirithawk, 22 December 2006 - 09:25 AM.