Fifty pounds of bark
I coon hunted once. The County Judge picked me up about dark. I’da never found ‘em at night. The dogs cost more than their pickup trucks. Coon huntin’ is at night. There’s no shooting—no hunting by humans at all. Dogs ride in truck beds and jump out and take off when they park. There’s usually a fire. We smoke and maybe have a nip. The barking begins. Old Larry says, “It sounds like ol’ Blue got one treed.” The dogs come back without a racoon, and everybody heads home ‘bout midnight. That’s it!
Look both ways to those people who see things differently.
Mind the gaps. But leave the dogs and coons alone.
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Sounds better than sitting at home moping!
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Fun for them. 🙂
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My kind o’ huntin’! No one gets hurt, there’s camaraderie, the dogs get their exercise. Sounds like a win-win-win!
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No one had warned me. It was fun, but also a one and done.
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Oh, absolutely. Or at least call it what it is… a gathering of men, enjoying a drink in the woods 😉
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East Texas….not much drinking. More of a social club, but it was all about the dogs. 🙂
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Sounds about right – from what I heard. 🙂
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Pretty much. 🙂 But. gawd they love it.
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Not the anticipated outcome but fun just the same! Nice one. Bill.
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Thank you, Keith.
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