My family
always had other families join us on our weekend coon hunts. These hunts were
memorable and enormous fun, and I often refer to these hunts to tell my
stories. I'd like to share with you one of the more entertaining coon hunts
that has stayed with me over the years. We were hunting with the Sammon's
family this night. The night was warm and all of us were dressed lightly.
Doris, the mother of our guest family, was wearing a tank top and light pants.
Keep in mind that Doris was a very well-endowed lady.
When everyone
was ready to go, We headed to Shirley Run, a pretty little spring
run about 10 miles from our home. Many times we had fished for trout and
camped along this creek, but never hunted coon there. When we arrived at the
creek. We turned out the hounds to begin their hunt. I was hunting my hounds,
Abe and Bell. George; Doris’s husband, was hunting Old Yellow. The dogs had
already started a coon track, before the kids were even out of the truck.
Old
Yellow had struck a coon track. Abe and Bell quickly joined him and the chase
was on. The coon followed the creek and then made a turn up a smaller spring
run. Not far up that creek the dogs started barking treed, we were still
far behind, as we were always slow getting to the treeing hounds. The 7
children as usual took their time sightseeing in the woods, but we
soon reached the tree and started looking for the coon. I found one near the
top of the tree and Doris found one thee creek side of the tree. The kids
found two more coons in the same tree.
Doris was
standing on the 4 foot creek bank shining her light on her coon. Then small
raccoon jumped out of the tree toward Doris. The coon landed on her
shoulder and slid right down into her tank top! Of course, all this
action caused her to topple down the bank and into nearly two feet of very cold
creek water. She was squalling and flaying her arms the entire time. The
water was flying in all directions as she tried to get the coon out of that
tank top. The whole bunch of us were of little help, laughing so hard we could
hardly catch our breath. Doris finally got hold of the coon and squealed for a
bag to throw it into. When she finally got the coon bagged and got out of the
creek. She told us that this coon was going home with her. She said her and
that coon had become bosom buddies and she wanted to keep him at home with her,
where he would be warm and safe.
Cmbluetick
Carl Moore Coon hunters Supply
