Some people go shopping on black Friday.
We go coon hunting.
We've got some friends that keep coon dogs and, at least once a year, we invite them to hunt in our woods.
The dogs treed this big boar coon right away.
We then treed two sets of doubles and ended the night with 5 coons in the truck.
#huntstr #grownostr #getoutside
Nice, we hunt rabbits, but I haven’t been out in a few years. We had a beagle named Bandit, and he made it so easy.
This brings back some of my fondest memories of my childhood, of all-nighters in the bush with my Dad and the hounds. Half of our first house was paid for through the sale of these pelts and other furry critters we trapped. I still remember the sound of Dan and Ann baying a quarter mile off, having treed their first one for the night as we walked toward the bush through a hundred different corn fields. I could write a book about the dramas that played out. Shooting a big boar that fell into a slough and my Dad having to kick it off Dan’s face because it was latched on to him and holding his head under water. The thwack of a well placed shot from a Cooey .22 and the thud of the animal hitting the ground. Seeing constellations in the sky that have not changed in the 45 years since.
That's awesome, thanks for sharing the pictures.
I wish it was still that way, where a man could generate income from the woods.
But modern society has decided that real fur that came from the natural environment and has a story behind it is somehow less ethical and fashionable than petroleum-based clothing manufactured by third-world child labor.
