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Having been thrown back to my
country childhood roots, some years ago I bought some Blue Tick Coonhound pups.
Then of course I had to train them to go
I hooked up with some other
hunters, most of which I dropped due their lack of intelligence. My pups grew quickly and started to do what Coon
hounds do and that was to hunt.
The problem was they would
hunt everything especially deer. When
they started to chasing a deer they would run for miles, and the hunt was over
for the night. Some hours later when the
dogs came back we would go home very unhappy about the night’s event.
I really enjoyed hunting
especially when they would get mixed up with a skunk. There was nothing better
than to be washing dogs at 3 o’clock in the morning and having to smell skunk
odor for the next few days.
In order to break my pups off
of deer I bought a coon and kept him in a steel cage made of heavy steel rods
and he was suppose to be my example of what they should be hunting for.
Old Cooney boy was consistent
he hated everything and everybody. He
would rip your leg off if he got to you. He let me know right off that he didn’t train
dogs. He was one mean sucker that you
didn’t mess with. Since I didn’t want my
dog’s ears tore up I never let them get together.
I always thought if I could
be as constant and unswerving in my Christian walk as Cooney was in his, I’d be
a better man for it.
Cooney lived with us for
quite awhile, and my step dad LD, always fed him.After many months, LD could feed him without
having to use a piece of plywood to pin Cooney in a corner while he filled his
After a couple of years I
decided Cooney boy wasn’t a mind to be tamed down so I took him up to the woods
and let him go. He walked a few feet
away, turned, snarled and hissed at me and took off never to be seen again.
Those Blue Tick Hound pups
loved to hunt.One named Sugar died
first but Ole Blue lived almost 15 years.
Even when he couldn’t hardly get around he
would still sneak off to hunt, and I would have to go looking for him.
One day we went out to our kennel and found Ole
Blue stiff as a board.
I have had many dogs, but Ole
Blue was my favorite,because to me, he
was very special, but that is another story.