Coon hunting was a big thing with my dad and Uncle Grover
Hatton. They kept several dogs and hunted almost every evening as they worked 2
nd shift they would leave right after work, hunt all night sleep go again the next night.The one thing that was good for a boy was they would breed the females and have pups this is heaven for a little boy. My dad was a very good
houndsman all
thru his life. one thing that I remember was going hunting one night and I seen something that still sticks in my mind. There was a line of tree's about 5 of them and the lightening bugs had filled them it looked like Christmas tree's with all the twinkle lights.And then there is the night I watched my dog tree his first coon Smokey Joe it look like he was going to climb the tree and he was barking every breath. I remember helping skin the coons and stretch them on the boards to be sold.But one coon hunting memory I have took place on a rainy night in a 73 Pontiac Catalina my dads. Uncle Ken , Uncle Grover, dad and a coon hunting friend of my dad Virgil and me.sitting in the car and listening to an 8 track tape of Jerry
Clower telling the coon hunt story. Even though I was a boy I was treated like a man that night, I think of it often still today. I would like to go one more time and remember.
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